"Well——"
"But you'll find that yours will be the leading brain of the two. He will take great pride in the fact. And you will find the man reliable and kind, and it will turn out quite well."
"I didn't know you were a prophet."
"I am, though."
Wimsey took the bottle of 1908 from the waiter and glanced over the girl's head at the door. A man in a boiled shirt was making his way in, accompanied by the manager.
"I am a prophet," said Wimsey. "Listen. Something tiresome is going to happen—now, this minute. But don't worry. Drink your wine, and trust."
The manager had brought the man to their table. It was Parker.
"Ah!" said Wimsey, brightly. "You'll forgive our starting without you, old man. Sit down. I think you know Miss Dorland."
"Have you come to arrest me?" asked Ann.
"Just to ask you to come down to the Yard with me," said Parker, smiling pleasantly and unfolding his napkin.