“You're perfectly right,” he announced, applying his handkerchief.
“I thought I was. I'm very quick at noticing things.”
“My hair's a bit rumpled, too.”
“Very much so.”
“You take my tip,” said Ginger, earnestly, “and never lie about under beds. There's nothing in it.”
“That reminds me. You won't be offended if I asked you something?”
“No, no. Go ahead.”
“It's rather an impertinent question. You may resent it.”
“No, no.”
“Well, then, what were you doing under my bed?”