“You sneeze,” said Violet.
“Can you?”
“No, I’m afraid I can’t; however, we’ll leave that part out. I can say I’ve sneezed.”
“What are the other symptoms?”
“Pains in the bones and headache—Dicky!”
Miss Lestrange suddenly pinched her companion’s arm.
“What?”
“Look!”
A broad, red face was peeping at them from behind a tree-bole.
“Why, I’m blest if it isn’t the burglar chap!” said Mr Fanshawe.