Pardoner hesitated.
“I’ld, er, I’ld like to sleep on it,” he said. “I mean, it’s—it’s a ticklish business.”
Miss Vulliamy indicated an envelope with a firm pointed finger.
“Pretty hands you’ve got,” said Virgil musingly. “Pretty nails, too.”
“What are June’s like?”
“Oh, very good,” said Virgil. “Full of character, you know. But yours are bewitching. That left one——”
“Apostate,” said Sarah. “And now address this envelope.”
Virgil did so laboriously.
Miss June Townshend,
The Rectory,