"I see," said Ogilvy, thoughtfully. A few moments later, as he and Annan were leaving the house, he said:
"It looks to me as though our friend, José, had taken too much for granted."
"It looks like it," nodded Annan, smiling unpleasantly.
"Too sure of conquest," added Ogilvy. "Got the frozen mitt, didn't he?"
"And the Grand Cordon of the double cross."
"And the hot end of the poker; yes?"
"Sure; and it's still sizzling." Ogilvy cast a gleeful glance back at the house:
"Fine little girl. All white. Yes? No?"
"All white," nodded Annan…. "And Neville isn't that kind of a man, anyway."
Ogilvy said: "So you think so, too?"