“We shall get into that series of ‘Husbands and Wives Who Work Together.’”
“Where is the necklace?”
Psmith sighed.
“The business note. Always the business note. Can’t we keep all that till later?”
“No. We can’t.”
“Ah, well!”
Psmith crossed the room, and took down from the wall the case of stuffed birds.
“The one place,” said Eve, with mortification, “where we didn’t think of looking!”
Psmith opened the case and removed the centre bird, a depressed-looking fowl with glass eyes which stared with a haunting pathos. He felt in its interior and pulled out something that glittered and sparkled in the lamp-light.
“Oh!”