"Right!" cried Don. "Now for Liberty's."
They entered the cab, and as it moved off, "What is Liberty's?" asked Flamby.
"The place for rummy furniture," explained Don. "Nobody else could possibly provide the things for your den. The Aunt once had a cottage in Devon furnished by Liberty and it was the most perfect gem of a cottage one could imagine."
"Was she very well off once?"
"The Aunt? Why the dear old lady ought to be worth thousands. Her husband left her no end of money and property. She has travelled nearly all over the civilised world, Flamby, and now is tied to that one tiny room at The Hostel."
"But how is it? Did she lose her money?"
"She gave it away and let everybody rob her. The world unfortunately is full of Dick Turpins and Jack Sheppards, not to mention their lady friends."
"Ah," said Flamby and sat silent for some time studying the panorama of the busy London streets. "Is Liberty's dear?" she inquired presently.
"Not at all; most reasonable."
"I'm glad," replied Flamby. "I have got seven pounds ten saved. Will that be enough?"