“She didn’t really mean any harm,” said Sally. “Did she, Mr. Fortune?”
Reggie looked at her sadly. “You’re not a moral little girl, you know,” he said.
CASE VI
THE LEADING LADY
MR. REGINALD FORTUNE sent his punt along at the rate of knots. From the cushions the Chief of the Criminal Investigation Department protested. “Why this wanton display of skill? Why so strenuous?”
“It’s good for the figure, Lomas.”
“Have you a figure?” said Lomas bitterly. It is to be confessed that a certain solidity distinguishes Reggie Fortune. Years of service as the scientific adviser of Scotland Yard have not marred the pink and white of his cherubic face, but they have brought weight to a body never svelte.
Mr. Fortune let the punt drift. “That’s vulgar abuse. What’s the matter, old thing?”
“I dislike your horrible competence. Is there anything you can’t do?”