"It may be rot," Reggie admitted slowly, "or it may not. By the by, where did you meet them?"
"If you don't mind," I answered, "we won't discuss them any longer."
"At least," Reggie insisted, "will you tell me this: Where have they been staying in London? I shall go there and see whether they have left any address for letters to be forwarded."
"I shall tell you nothing," I decided. "As a matter of fact I am finding you rather a nuisance."
Reggie picked up his hat.
"There is something more in this," he said didactically, "than meets the eye!"
"Machiavellian!" I scoffed. "Be off, Reggie!"
I had tea with Eve that afternoon and broached the subject of Reggie's visit as delicately as I could.
"You remember Lord Reggie Sidley?" I asked.
"Lord Reggie what!" Eve exclaimed.