Helen handed it over, "it looks exactly like a pawn ticket does'nt it?" she asked.
"Yes, its not unlike one" replied Cyril.
"No not at all" said Helen, "in fact when I read it yesterday, I thought it was uncommonly like one."
Cyril turned a ghastly white and flew into the hall to get his hat.
"Ha ha my dear" thought Helen "I've found out your little game," but never the less she followed him innocently into the hall, "dear Cyril" she exclaimed "I hope my thinking that ticket like a pawn one has not upset you; of course it is awfully foolish of me I know."
"Yes I know it is" replied Cyril cooly, "I may say more than foolish."
Helen laughed "you wont be so late today I presume," she said.
"No I dont think so" said Cyril, "I may be home by three o'clock today."
"Very well" replied Helen "dont hurry on my account, and with a giggle she opened the door and watched Cyril safely down the street, "yes my boy" she thought I dare say I'm cleverer than you take me for, any how I know where you're off to now and I wish you luck" and with a sigh Helen entered the office.
"Netherby" she cried "a word with you if you please."