A cruising taxi drew up at once but before they could get in there was another flash and this time Roberta saw the camera.
Henry bundled her in and slammed the doors, keeping his face turned from the window. “Damn!” he said. “I’d forgotten about Nigel’s low friends.” And he yelled the address through to the driver.
“Lord Rune,” said Roberta’s thoughts. “Henry is Lord Rune. The Earl of Rune. Press-men lie in wait for him with cameras. Everything is very odd.”
She was awakened by Henry giving her a little pat on the back. “Aren’t you the clever one?” he said.
“Am I?” asked Roberta. “How?”
“Tipping us the wink about what you’d told Alleyn.”
“Do you think that policeman noticed?”
“Not he. You know I didn’t exactly enjoy lying to Alleyn.”
“I hated it. And, Henry, I don’t think he believes it — about your Uncle G. promising the money.”
“ ’More do I. Oh well, we could but try.” He put his arm round Roberta. “Brave old Robin Grey,” said Henry. “Going into the witch’s den. What have we done to deserve you?”