«Right you are; I'll let my mother know.»
«I begin to feel like you, Wimsey, I don't like this job.»
«I like it a deal better than I did.»
«You are really certain we're not making a mistake?»
Lord Peter had strolled across to the window. The curtain was not perfectly drawn, and he stood gazing out through the gap into lighted Piccadilly. At this he turned round:
«If we are,» he said, «we shall know to-morrow, and no harm will have been done. But I rather think you will receive a certain amount of confirmation on your way home. Look here, Parker, d'you know, if I were you I'd spend the night here. There's a spare bedroom; I can easily put you up.»
Parker stared at him.
«Do you mean — I'm likely to be attacked?»
«I think it very likely indeed.»
«Is there anybody in the street?»