“It’s not. I think you’d best make it good somehow. Can’t you give them back?”
“How can I give back the strawberry ice?”
This was a poser, certainly, and set Dicky thinking again.
“Have you got the other things?” asked he.
“No; the pencil-sharpener smashed first time I used it, and the net-bag got lost at home.”
“Awkward. You’ll have to buy new ones.”
“Who for?”
“Tempest, of course. They were his bills.”
“But it was Crofter’s money.”
“But Tempest has paid him back.”