Pia laughed.
“My dear Tibby, he doesn’t come to see Mrs. Mosely.”
Miss Tibbutt looked up in perplexed query.
“He comes on here to tea, doesn’t he?” asked Pia, kindly, after the manner of one giving a lead.
“Certainly,” returned Miss Tibbutt, still perplexed. “He would naturally do so, since he is in Woodleigh just at tea time.”
Pia leant back in her seat, and looked at Miss Tibbutt.
“Tibby dear, you’re amazingly slow at the uptake.”
Miss Tibbutt blinked at Pia over her spectacles.
“Please explain,” said she meekly.
Pia laughed.