Presently they came to the bathroom.
This was laid with cork carpet of dark green hue. Falling upon it, a ring would hardly be heard: lying upon it, an emerald might well escape detection.
Fulke’s eyes almost left his head.
The chamber was small enough, but one’s view of the floor was obstructed. The basin got in the way: the bath could have hidden about five hundred rings.
Frantically George sought an excuse for dalliance.
“I—I like this room,” he said, looking up and around as though he were in a cathedral.
“No accountin’ for tastes,” said the porter, folding his arms.
Fulke frowned.
Then he tapped the linoleum with his foot.
“Does this go with the flat?” he said.