“The lady who called to see me,” said Luke, “was Lady Tyburn. It was her husband who was driving the zebras.”
“That makes a difference. Our spirited young aristocracy! I understand that the firm’s productions are used exclusively up at Gallows. Glad you mentioned the name, Sharper.”
“And can I have that partnership now?” asked Luke.
“Not immediately. Get on with your work.”
But it was impossible to work with the image of Jona still in his mind. He was puzzled. Grasping one ear in each hand he tried to think it out. What had she meant by “help yourself,” and “the magnet and the tin-tack?” Why had she kissed “The Romance of the Raspberry?” What did she mean by “I made a mistake?” It almost looked as if ...
No, it could not be that.
Still, really you know, when you came to think about it ...
He walked over to the window once more. In the street below the policeman was instructing a group of drivers, the draper, and other persons concerned, that all applications for compensation should be sent in to Lord Tyburn, and that they would be dealt with strictly in rotation.