“But the house, Allan!”
“Oh, yes, by the way,” he said, “the house. And who's the Johnny carrying water there?”
“Oh, I quite forgot. That's Thatcher's new man.”
“Rather wobbly about the knees, isn't he?” cried Cameron. “By Jove, Mandy! I feared I should never see you again,” he said in a voice that trembled and broke. “And what's the chap's name?” he inquired.
“Smith, I think,” said Mandy.
“Smith? Fine fellow! Most useful name!” cried Cameron.
“What's the matter, Allan?”
“The matter? Nothing now, Mandy. Nothing matters. I was afraid that—but no matter. Hello, here's the Inspector!”
“Dear Mrs. Cameron,” cried the Inspector, taking both her hands in his, “I'm awfully glad there's nothing wrong.”
“Nothing wrong? Look at that house!”