“Oh, thank yaw. Thank yaw so much.”
“Not at all,” said Kay.
She shut the door and went into the drawing-room. The feeling of being in a world bounded north, east, south and west by Sam Shotter had thoroughly poisoned her day.
She took pen, ink and paper and wrote viciously for a few moments.
“Claire,” she called.
“’Ullo!” replied a distant voice.
“I’m leaving a note on the hall table. Will you take it next door some time?”
“Right-ho!” bellowed the obliging Miss Lippett.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
VISITORS AT MON REPOS
SAM was preparing to leave for the office when his visitor arrived. He had, indeed, actually opened the front door.