“My name is——”
“Hush! Not for a million pounds would I hear it now. But the girl’s name?” he turned round, glass in hand. “That at least I beg.”
“I’ve mentioned it already. It’s—it’s the Carrier.”
“Jinny!” Tony Flip burst into an explosive laugh of relief. “Fancy calling Jinny a girl!”
“And what else would you call her?”
“What you just called her—the Carrier.”
“Then if she is a carrier, why should you degrade her into a horse-broker?”
“Oh, that’s all you mean, is it?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“Don’t be an idiot. Here, have a drink.”