“That’s what Alferd said, Sir Geoffrey.”
Alfred’s grin vanished as the Squire’s keen eyes rested upon him.
“Bless my soul? Have you been discussing eugenics with my god-daughter?”
Alfred moved uneasily.
“She did ask for information, Sir Geoffrey; and I made so bold as to refer her to Mr. Fishpingle.”
The Squire’s face indicated relief.
“Yes, yes, Mr. Fishpingle will explain. Dear me! Is that the William and Mary tankard?”
“Yes, Sir Geoffrey.”
“What the doose is it doin’ there—upside down?”
“Mr. Fishpingle’ll explain that, Sir Geoffrey. His very particular orders. I—I think I hear him coming, Sir Geoffrey.”