“But the Queen of Sheba was driving,” said Mrs. Peruke.
“The gods,” said Rosemary Chase, “were in the other car.”
Virginia shook her head.
“I never saw them,” she said. “There were a couple of goats.”
“That’s right,” cried Roger excitedly. “The god in the car was on foot.”
“Masquerading,” said his wife, “as a recording angel.”
“Which shows,” said Derry, “that the cobbler should stick to his last. As a recorder, he’s failed. As the god in the car, he’s done what we couldn’t have done in a thousand years.”
“Exactly,” observed Virginia. “He’s cleared the air.”
“And that,” said Rosemary Chase, “with the flat of the sword.”
P.C. Bloke, whose brain had been out of its depth ever since the Queen of Sheba, plunged to where it could touch bottom and raised his glass.