Even then Hilda did not start.
“The key of what bag?” she asked.
“Is it any particular bag?” said Lalage.
“Of course it is,” I said. “What on earth would be the use——?”
“Will Tithers knows what bag you mean?” said Lalage.
“He will. Now that he has influenza himself he can’t help knowing.”
“Off with you, Hilda.”
This time Hilda started, slowly. The nurse, who evidently thought that Hilda was being badly treated, went with her. She certainly took her as far as the hotel door. She may have gone all the way to Titherington’s house. Lalage sat down opposite me and lit a cigarette.
“We are having a high old time,” she said. “Now that Tithers is gone and O’Donoghue, who appears to be rather an ass, professes to have a sore throat——”
She winked at me.