"But when I'm warm flesh and blood," objected Thompson, with corrugated brow, "you tell me not to be silly."
"Your idea of warmth, my dear man, was learnt on the upper reaches of the Thames after dark," was the scathing retort.
"Yes, but——" he began, when she interrupted him.
"Look what he did for Miss Blair. Had her at the office and then— then—looked after her."
"And afterwards got her a job," remarked Thompson. "But that's just like the Chief," he added.
"Where did you meet him first, Tommy?" she enquired, as she leaned forward slightly to light her cigarette at the match he held out to her.
"In a bath," was the reply, as Thompson proceeded to light his own cigarette.
"You're not a bit funny," she retorted.
"But it was," he persisted.
"Was what?"