"Is that Mr. Walmsley?"
"It is," I admitted. "How are you, Eve?"
"Quite well, thank you."
"Still in London?"
"Certainly. Would you like to come and have tea with me?"
"Rather!" I replied enthusiastically. "Where are you?"
"Hiding!"
"That's all right," I replied. "I shan't give it away. Where shall I find you?"
"Well," she said, "we talked it over and decided that the best hiding place was one of the larger hotels. We are at the Ritz."
"I'll come right along if I may."