"Look here," said I, "I'm sure I shall do something wrong. You'd much better have the gardener's boy."
"And have to pay him hundreds of pounds compensation. I don't think," said Berry.
At the mention of compensation I started violently and dropped the 'smoker'. When I had picked it up:
"Look here," I said, "I'll stand on the path and keep the beastly thing smoking and if—if they should get—er—— excited, well—er—there it'll be all ready for you."
"Where?" said Daphne suspiciously.
"On the path."
"And you?"
"I shall probably be just getting my second wind."
They looked at one another and sneered into their veils.
"It's murder," I said desperately, "sheer murder. You ask my death."