“Yes,” said Alleyn, “go back.”
“Well, that’s everything I can remember about the first time in the hall. I went through the hall into the drawing-room. Daddy and him were by the fire. So I gave him the parcel. Well, I mean I didn’t give it to him because of what Daddy told me. I mean it was a bit awkward.”
“What was awkward?”
“Uncle G. being in such a stink about something. Gosh, he was in a stink.”
“You mean he was upset?”
“Absolutely livid. Gosh, you should have seen his face! Jiminy cricket!”
“Don’t exaggerate,” said Nanny. “You’re letting your fancy run away with you.”
“I am not,” cried Mike indignantly. “He wants me to tell him ezackly all I can remember and I am telling him. You are silly, Nanny.”
“That will do, Michael.”
“Well, anyway—”