“That’s right,” said Derry comfortably. “What have I done?”
“Nothin’ at all, sir,” said Bloke hastily. “I’m not after you. But I think you’ve a limousine car, sir,” he added with a business-like air.
“So I have,” said Derry Peruke.
“Number XH 2908, sir.”
“Quite right,” said Derry, wondering what was afoot.
“Were you usin’ ’er early this mornin’, sir?”
Virginia started, Rosemary caught her breath, and Roger, who had been about to drink, held his refreshment for a moment half-way to his lips and then replaced it untasted upon a table. Of the four Peruke alone betrayed no emotion at all.
“Yes,” he said casually enough. “Drove here from Carlton House Terrace about—about half-past two, wasn’t it, dear?”
Bitterly conscious of an unusually high, if becoming colour—
“Exactly,” replied his wife. “I heard the clock at the Palace strike as we passed.”