“They’re a wild lot,” said Sir Lawson, and smiled. “You have no nerves, Fortune?”
“I believe not, sir.”
“This ought to be the making of you. You want shaking up. You must stay in the house. By the way, who’s in the house?”
“The Archduchess, of course——”
“Ianthe. Yes. Aunt’s in a mad-house. Ianthe. Yes. Crazy on motoring. Drives her own car. And have you see Ianthe—since?” Sir Lawson nodded at the body on the bed.
“She is very excited.”
“Is she really?” Sir Lawson laughed. “Is she, though? How surprising!”
“She is surprising, sir.”
“What? What? Be careful, my boy. Handsome creature, isn’t she?”
“Yes, sir.” Reggie declined to be amused. “The Archduke Leopold is staying with them.”