The taxi was waiting, so I opened the door.
"I'll tell you about him at lunch. We'll find the others at the Savoy."
She hesitated.
"It's very good of you, but—-"
"My sister," I said gravely, "would never forgive me."
The next moment we were rocketing past St Clement Danes.
"And now," said I, "what have you been doing in the Palace of Lies? What incorruptible judge have you corrupted with your smile? What jury have you bewitched with your small mouth? Or are you just a ward in Chancery?"
My lady smiled.
"What a pity," she said, "you can't remember my name! However will you introduce me?"
"I shall call you Miss Prision of Treason," said I, "and chance it. And what may I say you were doing in yonder Fool's Paradise?"