`The walk?'
`I'm afraid, Mr Hadley,' she observed, critically, `that you don't walk enough. Good for you. Keeps you fit. Lester is getting a paunch that's why I take him on walking tours as often as he'll let me. We just came back yesterday from a walking trip in the West Country. So to-day I decided to walk from Berkeley Square to the Tower of London.
'I couldn't persuade Lester to go along, so I came down 1, here alone. And then I thought, "So long as I'm here, I' might as well look at the place."
'I see. Do you' remember what time you arrived?'
`One o'clock or some time afterwards, I fancy. I had a sandwich in the refreshment-room up by the gate. That was where I bought the tickets for the towers; three of 'em. A white one, a pink one, and a green one.'
Hadley glanced at General Mason. The latter said:
`For the White Tower, the Bloody Tower, and the Crown Jewels. There's an admission fee for those.'
`'M, — yes. Did you use these tickets, Mrs Bitton?'
For a moment, the movement of her full breast was quicker. Then her lip curled slightly.
`I had a look at the Crown jewels,' she replied, with no expression of candour. `They looked like glass to me. And I'll bet they're not real, either.'