He straightened his necktie nervously. “Then, can you tell me where I’ll find The Skylark? It’s a house-boat belonging to Lorenzo Arran.”
She laughed softly and stood with her eyes cast down, tapping the pavement with her foot. He was sure now. She looked up. “Where have I seen you? Somehow you’re familiar. It’s annoying; you knew me in a flash.”
“You’re Cherry?”
“Only to a few of my dearest friends.”
He glanced away from her. “You were Cherry to me once for about an hour; you’ve been Cherry to me ever since then.”
There was a long pause. “And yet I don’t know you,” she said. “You must be the friend Mr. Arran was expecting down from London.”
Peter nodded.
“He and Harry went to meet you. You must have missed each other at the station. If you like, I’ll show you the way to The Skylark; I’m going there. They’ll be wondering whether you’ve come. We’d better hurry.”
“Oh, please not yet.”
“But why not?” she asked, puzzled.