"Would Simpson, or whoever he is, let you hire a car for a fortnight?"
"'Course he would. I always pay up my bills, though he has to wait sometimes; but I paid him my last bill a month ago."
"Where is his place?"
"Just close here, in Regent-street."
"Now, another thing—can you imagine what it would be to live for nearly a fortnight alone in a cottage with a person like that, acting as his gaoler?"
"Oh, heavens!" said Bobby. "You think everything! No, I can't, but I'll do it to save French."
"Bobby," said Miss Hitchen.
"Yes?"
"Do you know what I have discovered?"
"No."