But I had had enough of this. Gently but irresistibly I took her arm.
"Come along, Kitty," I said quietly. "I particularly want to talk to you."
She quailed, but still hung back.
"Very well," I said. "Will you tell me where you're going?"
"You're going with Evie, of course?"
I knew by the little rush with which she spoke that she was telling the truth and was relieved to be able to do so. "Oh no!" she said. "I'm going quite alone, quite alone—honour, Jeff!"
"Evie's not going with you—to Store Street or wherever it is?"
She stiffened. "I don't know what you mean by Store Street, and I think you've got Evie on the brain," she said.
What the devil ailed them all?