She giggled. "Good gracious, I didn't know that policemen paid one compliments!"
"They don't often get the chance," answered Hemingway. "You're engaged to be married to Mr. Stephen Herriard, aren't you, miss?"
This brought a cloud to her brow. "Yes, in a way I suppose I am," she admitted.
"You don't sound very sure about it!" he said, cocking an intelligent eyebrow.
"Oh, I don't know! Only I never thought a thing like this would happen. It sort of changes everything. Besides, I utterly loathe this house, and Stephen adores it."
"Ah, he's got a taste for antiques, I daresay!" said Hemingway, very much on the alert.
"Well, I think it's all completely deathly, and I simply won't be buried alive here."
"I wouldn't take on about that, if I were you, miss. I expect Mr. Stephen will be only too glad to live wherever you want."
She opened her eyes at him. "Stephen? Oh gosh, no! He's the most foully obstinate person I've ever met! You simply can't move him once he's made up his mind."
"I can see you've been having a pretty uncomfortable time," said Hemingway sympathetically.