“I heard you say to the cop that you lived here, so I came along to tell your folks what had happened, so that they could do something. The maid said that your uncle was expected any minute, so I waited.”
“That was awfully good of you.”
“Dashed good,” said Freddie.
“Oh, no! Honest, I don’t know how to thank you for what you did. You don’t know what a pal Bill is to me. It would have broken me all up if that plug-ugly had killed him.”
“But what a shame you had to wait so long.”
“I liked it.”
Nelly Bryant looked about the room wistfully. This was the sort of room she sometimes dreamed about. She loved its subdued light and the pulpy cushions on the sofa.
“You’ll have some tea before you go, won’t you?” said Jill, switching on the lights.
“It’s very kind of you.”
“Why, hullo!” said Freddie. “By Jove! I say! We’ve met before, what?”