"A very interesting one," Currier returned promptly.
"Really? What is it?"
The man appeared taken aback.
"I misunderstood your question," he faltered. "I had something else in mind."
"I don't see how you could have. I can think of nothing but the jewels and their recovery. I am so happy I had completely forgotten your breakfast. Forgive me. You shall have it right away."
"If you would allow me, I can prepare it myself. I am accustomed to doing such things."
"No, indeed. Scrambled eggs take only a few moments; and bacon. You might run up to see Mr. Heath while I am getting them ready."
"I will do that. I shall be leaving at once and he may have final orders for me, or perhaps a letter for Mrs. Heath."
"Mrs. Heath!" Marcia repeated, as if the name suddenly brought before her consciousness something hitherto forgotten. "Yes, yes! Of course!"