"You noticed that! My theory is coming out right, Charles. I wish it wasn't. I'd rather be wrong. I should like to have you look pitifully at me and say, 'I told you so.' I can't speak more strongly than that."
"Hang your theories!" said Parker. "It looks to me as if we shall have to wash out the idea that General Fentiman got his dose in Portman Square. By the way, didn't you say you'd met the Dorland girl at the Rushworth's?"
"No. I said I went hoping to meet her, but she wasn't there."
"Oh, I see. Well, that'll do for the moment. How about a spot of lunch?"
At which point they turned the corner and ran slap into Salcombe Hardy, emerging from Harley Street. Wimsey clutched Parker's arm suddenly. "I've remembered," he said.
"What?"
"Who that portrait reminds me of. Tell you later."
Sally, it appeared, was also thinking of grub. He was, in fact, due to meet Waffles Newton at the Falstaff. It ended in their all going to the Falstaff.
"And how's it all going?" demanded Sally, ordering boiled beef and carrots.
He looked limpidly at Parker who shook his head.