Ann looked palely at Wimsey, and took a gulp of the wine.
"Right," said Wimsey. "Miss Dorland has quite a lot to tell you. After dinner will suit us charmingly. What will you have?"
Parker, who was not imaginative, demanded a grilled steak.
"Shall we find any other friends at the Yard?" pursued Wimsey.
"Possibly," said Parker.
"Well, cheer up! You put me off my food, looking so grim. Hullo! Yes, waiter, what is it?"
"Excuse me, my lord; is this gentleman Detective-Inspector Parker?"
"Yes, yes," said Parker, "what's the matter?"
"You're wanted on the 'phone, sir."
Parker departed.