"There is another way out?" Mrs. Bundercombe asked hastily.
"Certainly there is," I told her; "into Jermyn Street."
"Why was I not told?" she demanded, rising unwillingly to her feet.
"Really," I assured her, "I didn't think of it."
She followed us out. We all walked down Piccadilly.
"Will you please," she said, "direct me to a tea-shop?"
I pointed one out to her. She left us without a word of farewell. Eve and
I turned down into the Haymarket.
"Nice example your parents are setting us!" I remarked.
Eve sighed.
"I wish I knew what dad was up to!" she murmured.