«Come in,» said Wimsey.
«Did you see that?» asked Parker.
«I saw something. What happened exactly?»
Parker told his story. «Frankly,» he said, «I've been thinking you a bit mad, but now I'm not quite so sure of it.»
Peter laughed.
«Blessed are they that have not seen and yet have believed. Bunter, Mr. Parker will stay the night.»
«Look here, Wimsey, let's have another look at this business. Where's that letter?»
Lord Peter produced Bunter's essay in dialog. Parker studied it for a short time in silence.
«You know, Wimsey, I'm as full of objections to this idea as an egg is of meat.»
«So'm I, old son. That's why I want to dig up our Chelsea pauper. But trot out your objections.»