“He is one of the fingers,” retorted Gordon. “I confessed to one hand, you will remember.”
“Let me see,” said Louise, musingly. She began counting on her own daintily gloved hand.
“Mrs. Higgins is the thumb, you said?” questioningly.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Langford is the first finger, of course?”
“Of course.”
“And Uncle Hammond is the middle finger?”
“You have said it.”
“And the bishop is the third finger?”
“He surely is.”