"No. Where was it?"
"Wait a minute. Strictly speaking, I oughtn't to tell you, I suppose. All the same I will—for a reason—if you'll promise first not to mention it to Rolls. Never mind why not, but promise, if you want to know."
"
Of course I want to know. You make me fearfully curious. I'll promise not to breathe a word to Petro."
"Where the girl is or anything about her?"
"'Where the girl is, or anything about her.' Honour bright. Is that enough? Well, then—go on!"
"She's in the shop—employed there, it seems. We met her in the lift, Ena and I. It was a surprise all round. Ena wasn't overjoyed. No more was the Lady in the Moon. They got rid of each other quickly and skilfully. Afterward, Ena buttonholed me and sat me down on a hard settee in a beastly furnished room like a rathskeller, with price tags on everything, and made me solemnly swear not to split to Rolls."
"About your meeting Miss Child?"
"Ra-ther! And all the rest of it."
"What rest?"