Freddie seemed to miss something in his companion’s manner, some note of excitement and perturbation.
“Of course,” he said, as if endeavoring to explain this to himself, “you hardly knew her, I suppose. Only met once since you were kids and all that sort of thing. But I’m a pal of hers and I’m dashed upset by the whole business, I can tell you. It worries me, I mean to say. Poor girl, you know, landed on her uppers in a strange country. Well, I mean, it worries me. So the first thing I did when I got here was to try to find her. That’s why I came over, really, to try to find her. Apart from anything else, you see, poor old Derek is dashed worried about her.”
“Need we bring Underhill in?”
“Oh, I know you don’t like him and think he behaved rather rummily and so forth, but that’s all right now.”
“It is, is it?” said Wally drily.
“Oh, absolutely. It’s all on again.”
“What’s all on again?”
“Why, I mean he wants to marry Jill. I came over to find her and tell her so.”
Wally’s eyes glowed.
“If you have come over as an ambassador …”