Wally nodded slowly.
“I see. Stolen my apartment.”
“Of course you can’t possibly understand. I shall have to tell you the whole thing, after all.”
Wally listened with flattering attention as she began the epic of Major Christopher Selby’s doings in New York. Whatever his emotions, he certainly was not bored.
“So that’s how it all happened,” concluded Jill.
For a moment Wally said nothing. He seemed to be digesting what he had heard.
“I see,” he said at last. “It’s a variant of those advertisements they print in the magazines. ‘Why pay rent? Own somebody else’s home!’”
“That does rather sum it up,” said Jill.
Wally burst into a roar of laughter.
“He’s a corker!”