“Well, there’s my pots, you know. And Alice has lost a set of cameos she had in her dressing-room.”
“Pigs!” said Alice with conviction.
“And Mrs. Faulks says they’ve taken that big ruby brooch she was wearing before dinner. You know it.”
“It’s one of the things I could bear not to know,” Reggie murmured. “Nothing else?”
“She says she doesn’t know, she’s too upset to be sure. I say, Fortune, this is a jolly business for me.”
“My dear chap!”
“She’s gone to bed fuming. Faulks is in a sweet state too.”
“What’s he lost?”
“Only his eye,” Cosdon chuckled.
“That’s the lot, then? Nice little bag, but rather on the small side. Yes, it didn’t go according to plan.”