As he flicked it away, returning the handkerchief, with a slight bow, he murmured:
“May all your troubles be as small.”
She held out her hand.
“Thanks. You are Dr. Grimshaw?”
“Mr. Grimshaw,” he corrected her. She nodded, exclaiming gaily:
“I’m ever so glad to meet Brian’s old friend. Now, perhaps, I shall find out what really happened at Winchester.”
“Never. We were in the same house.”
“And you were a tremendous swell.”
“And now a poor G.P.”
“G.P.?”