“You have seen me bring a corpse to life,” Peter Ruff reminded her, a little aggrieved.
She smiled.
“It was a month ago,” she reminded him.
“I can’t do that sort of thing every day,” he declared.
“Naturally,” she answered; “but you have refused four cases within the last five days.”
Peter Ruff whistled softly to himself for several moments.
“Seen anything of our new neighbour in the flat above?” he asked, with apparent irrelevance.
Miss Brown looked across at him with upraised eyebrows.
“I have been in the lift with him twice,” she answered.
“Fancy his appearance?” Ruff asked, casually.