“Isn’t it time someone was?” demanded Sir Hilton. “Look at the latest——”
“Ouch!” squealed Fairie, leaping to his feet.
“Whatever’s the matter?” cried Elizabeth, considerably startled.
“Must’ve sat on a pin or something,” said Fairie desperately. “What about that poker? It’s much——”
“As I was saying,” boomed Shutter, “look at the latest case. There’s a man with all the advantages which birth and education can offer——”
“Excuse me, Sir Hilton,” blurted Fairie, “but—I know you’ll forgive my saying so, but the fellow in question’s rather a friend of mine, and——”
“Pembury is?”
“WHO?”
Elizabeth was on her feet, flushed, blazing-eyed.
“Who?” she repeated.