"Ah, that would account for it then," she said. "Better stick them together. There's some adhesive tape somewhere. My dear child, did he try to murder you? Do sit down!"
Amberley took the torn sheet of foolscap out of the envelope and laid it on the card-table. From his notecase he drew a similar sheet. "You seem to be quite sure I've got the other half," he remarked.
Lady Matthews put a log on the fire. "If you haven't, dear boy, I can't imagine what you've been doing all this time."
"I have." He went over to her writing-table. "Where is this tape? Can I look in the drawers?"
"Do by all means. Lots of bills. But I know there is some; Felicity, darling, tell Jenkins food for this poor child. And the burgundy. He'll know."
Felicity found her tongue at last. "If one of you doesnt tell me what it's all about immediately I shall have hysterics!" she said. "I can feel it coming on. Who are you and why have you got those ghastly clothes on, and- oh, what is it all about?"
"Don't worry her now, darling. She is jasper Fountain's granddaughter. She's going to marry Frank. So suitable. But I forgot to congratulate you. Or do I only congratulate Frank? I never know."
Amberley wheeled round, the tape in his hand. "Aunt Marion, you are a witch!"
"Not at all, Frank. Quite unmistakable. Engaged couples always look the same. Felicity, a tray and Burgundy."
Shirley interposed. "I'm very hungry, but not Burgundy, please, Lady Matthews. Mr. Am — I mean Frank - poured quarts of brandy down my throat when he rescued me. I really couldn't."