“Can’t fail.”
“Well, it is most kind and thoughtful of you to have brought it. What with worrying over Leonard——”
“I know, I know,” murmured Ukridge, in a positively bedside manner.
“It seems so strange,” said Lady Lakenheath, “that, after I had advertised in all the papers, someone did not find him.”
“Perhaps someone did find him!” said Ukridge, darkly.
“You think he must have been stolen?”
“I am convinced of it. A beautiful parrot like Leonard, able to talk in six languages——”
“And sing,” murmured Lady Lakenheath.
“——and sing,” added Ukridge, “is worth a lot of money. But don’t you worry, old—er—don’t you worry. If the investigations which I am conducting now are successful, you will have Leonard back safe and sound to-morrow.”
“To-morrow?”