"Yes, lots of things. Cabbages, and fire-extinguishers, and-'
"Would you by any chance like to know what you remind me of?" said Hugh, descending ignobly to a to quoque! form of argument.
"No, thank you," said Vicky sweetly.
Hugh could not help grinning at this simple method of spiking his guns, but Ermyntrude, who thought him a very nice young man, was for once almost cross with her daughter, and commanded her to remember her manners. "One thing's certain," she said, reverting to the original topic of discussion, "I shall ask that Harold White just what he wanted with Wally yesterday!"
"Yes, but ought I to say anything to the Inspector?" said Mary.
"I don't think I would," said Hugh. "Unless, of course, you find that your theory is correct. Frankly, I doubt whether he'd believe such a tale."
"No, I don't think he would," agreed Vicky. "He's got a petrified kind of mind which reminds me frightfully of someone, only I can't remember who it is, for the moment."
"Me," said Hugh cheerfully.
"Oh, I wouldn't be at all surprised if you're right!" said Vicky.
"I'm ashamed of you, Vicky!" said Ermyntrude.