Sheila Bitton's blue eyes were fixed on Hadley.
`Oh, please!' she said, `don't you preach! You sound like Daddy. He tells me what a fool I am, calling up every day, and I don't think he likes Bob, anyway, because Bob hasn't any money.'
`My, dear Miss Bitton,' Hadley interposed, with a sort of desperate joviality, `I certainly am not preaching. I think it's' a splendid idea.'
`You're a dear!' cooed Miss Bitton. `And they rag me so about it, and even Phil used to phone me and pretend he was Bob and ask me to go to the police station because Bob had been arrested for flirting with women in Hyde Park, and was in gaol, and would I bail him out, and '
`Ha, ha,' said Hadley. `But what I wanted to ask you, did you speak to Mr Dalrye to-day?'
`Yes, I- did talk to him to-day.'
`When, Miss Bitton? In the morning?'
`Yes. That's when I usually call, you know, because then General Mason isn't there.'
`But, `Miss Bitton, when you spoke to Mr Dalrye this morning did he tell you that Philip Driscoll… your cousin, you know… was coming to see him at the Tower?'
`Yes,' she said, after a pause. `I know, because Bob wanted to know what sort of mess Phil had got into now, and did I know anything about it? He told me not to say anything about it to the others'