"We've a lovely sheep's heart and turnips," said Mrs Scatchard, disregarding her niece's pained interruption.
Mavis thanked kindly Mrs Scatchard, but said she must be off. She was not permitted to go before she promised to let Miss Meakin know the result of her visit to Mr Napper.
Mavis spent three of her precious pennies in getting to the office of Mr Keating, which was situated in a tiny court running out of Holborn. Upon the first door she came to was inscribed "A.F. Keating, Solicitor, Commissioner for Oaths," whilst upon an adjacent door was painted "Breibner, Importer of Pianofortes." She tried the handle of the solicitor's door, to find that it was locked. She was wondering what she should do when a tall, thin, podgy-faced man came in from the court. Mavis instinctively guessed that he was Mr Napper.
"'Ave you been waiting long, madam?" he asked.
"I've just come. Are you Mr Napper?"
"It is. Everybody knows me."
"I've come from Miss Meakin."
"Today?" he asked, as his white face lit up.
"I've come straight from her."
"And after what I said at last night's 'light fantastic,' she has sent you to me!" he cried excitedly, as he opened the door on which was inscribed "Breibner."