"Lawks!" remarked Madge, with wide eyes on the superb black-fox rug, beaver-lined.
"Too heavy for anything but a Russian sledge," Julian objected.
"Well, will you take it back in there, and put it in the canvas hold-all!" Miss Greta settled back wearily against the ulster, as Madge and Julian struggled into the next room with the rug between them. "I understood Madge was going to bring the maid to do the packing," Miss Greta murmured discontentedly.
Napier leaned forward.
"Do you approve this plan of Miss Ellis going to Germany?" he asked.
"I can easily believe you don't approve it," she said with a gleam of Schadenfreude.
"I do more than disapprove," he answered under his breath. "I am going to prevent it."
"Oh? And how do you propose to do that?"
"I had meant to put a spoke in the passport wheel. But there's a better—a shorter way."
"Oh?"