"And what," she said, "does Planchet look like?"
It became Daphne's turn to stare.
I moistened my lips.
"Slight, dark, clean-shaven, large brown eyes, nervous manner, scar on the left temple—or am I describing Marat?"
Sally spread out her hands.
"To the life," she said simply.
There was a dreadful silence.
At length—
"'Sold,'" I said slowly. "'By order of the trustees. Owner going abroad.' Marat was with you when you bought them, of course? But what a smart bit of work!"
Sally covered her face and began to shake with laughter. Daphne and
Adèle stared at her as if bewitched.