“There is something I wanted to tell you, Froelich.”
Bobby waited impatiently.
“That lady you were talking about, Madame de Corantin. I think I remember something.”
Bobby was nervously anxious to get away. What Clancey had to tell him mattered little now.
“Oh, thanks very much, Clancey. The fact is, I’ve seen her.”
Clancey’s nonchalant manner changed instantaneously.
“Really!” he exclaimed.
“At the Savoy last night. She is here in London. She is staying at Claridge’s. In fact, to tell you the truth, I am taking these flowers there now. I am to lunch with her to-morrow. It has been a great surprise. I never dreamt of such a thing,” Bobby stammered on excitedly.
Clancey became calm again.
“Oh, that’s most interesting,” he said. “You will lunch with her to-morrow! I say, Froelich, you might introduce me. I could turn up after lunch, you know.”