"Perhaps. I notice you haven't answered me."
"Oh, there's no mystery about me," said Amberley cheerfully. "I was following you."
She stopped dead in her tracks. "You? You followed me? But how? How did you know where I was going."
"Intuition," grinned Mr. Amberley. "Aren't I clever?"
"You can't have known. Where were you?"
"Outside the Boar's Head," he replied. "I came on in my car. I should have liked to offer you a lift, but I was afraid you might not take it."
She said hotly: "It's intolerable to be spied on like this!"
He laughed. "You didn't think it quite so intolerable a few minutes ago, did you?"
There was a pause. Shirley began to walk on, her hands in her pockets. Mr. Amberley kept pace beside her. After a moment a gruff voice said with difficulty: "I didn't mean to be ungrateful."
"You sound just like a little girl who has been well scolded," said Mr. Amberley. "All right, I forgive you."