"Yes, but, darling, I shouldn't be at all surprised if you turned out to be full of regressions, and inhibitions, and things, and in any case it's practically bound to be all over Fritton by this time, because things always are."
"By all of which I deduce that your relative has got himself into some sort of a mess," said Hugh, addressing himself to Mary. "I shouldn't think I could be of any use, could I?"
"No, none at all, thank you," said Mary. "It's purely a family matter."
"Oh, I thought you didn't want him to know!" exclaimed Vicky innocently.
Hugh looked quickly at Mary's indignant face, and said: "Good Lord, you don't mean it? I don't believe it!"
"No, nor did we at first," agreed Vicky. "But I'm rather coming round to it, because I had a long talk with Percy this afternoon, and he utterly believes it. It's a sickening nuisance, isn't it?"
"Is Percy the person named Baker?" asked Hugh. "Who and what is he?"
"He works in a garage. He's Gladys's brother," explained Vicky.
"And is Gladys the lady involved?"
"Yes, of course. She's the box-office girl at the Regal. I dare say you know her."