“Wot’s this?” snapped a voice. “You’re trespassing.”
“What did you think we were doing?” Napier asked mildly. “Playing dominoes?”
“Tell us what this place is,” said Shirley severely, “and perhaps we may let you go.”
“Gawd, don’t you know The River Club!”
“I knew it was,” said Hugo proudly, “as soon as I picked up a bus-ticket scented with Bacardie Rum——”
“But where’s Venice?” cried Shirley sharply, “Venice, Oh!”
The darkness stirred, and from the river-edge Napier called on the name of Venice.
“All right, all right! Here I am.”
“Venice!” cried Guy sharply. “Keep straight ahead towards that canoe.”
“I’ll swear,” said Napier, “her voice came a good way from the left. What?”