“Well, it is useless arguing. I should be here all day, if I let myself. We were not made to agree, you see. Some people are like that. I shall just pay the one hundred pounds out of my own pocket—”
“You are not to do that, please.”
“Then, will you?”
“I think not.”
“You have no idea what is in question!”
“Then, give me some idea.”
“And lose more time. However, you may as well hear. It is this: that the tenant in the flat before me, one Miss L’Estrange, found concealed in a picture a certificate of a marriage and one of a birth, and I wish to buy them for you from Miss L’Estrange’s servant, who has them.”
Violet sprang upright with an adoring face, murmuring: “Heaven be thanked!”
“I didn’t tell you before,” said David, “because I haven’t secured the papers yet. I have left the girl in my flat—”