“Ben wrote it,” declared the Squire.
“Ben?” echoed Lady Pomfret. “Did you write it, Ben?”
Fishpingle replied modestly:
“The sentence about the Pharaohs is mine, my lady. I happened to be reading about them at the time. And when I typed Sir Geoffrey’s manuscript——”
Margot murmured:
“What a paragon! A butler who does typewriting.”
Sir Geoffrey said hastily:
“It amuses Fishpingle. He’s what we call in the Forest a ‘caslety man.’ Yes, yes, I remember. He slipped in that paragraph about the Pharaohs.”
“It hammered your point well home,” said Lionel.
“It did,” said Margot. “Now, Sir Geoffrey, haul down your flag! Make this nice young couple happy, to please me.”