“Yeah,” said the cop, “well, you sure picked a hell of a place to do it, that’s all I got to say.” Then, adjusting his cap, he started pushing at the crowd.
“Okay, let’s keep movin’!” he shouted. “Break it up here! Get on to work! This is technical—shove off!”
Diversion is at a premium at this hour however, and the crowd was not to be dispersed so easily. After a while the hoses had to be brought. When the ruse was discovered, Grand had a spot of bother clearing it.
XIV
“Perhaps Ginger could slip into one of your things,” suggested Guy.
Esther childishly covered her mouth to hide a laugh, and darted glances of mischief and glee at the others, while Agnes drew in her breath before speaking:
“I’m afraid we do not take the same size, Guy!”
Agnes, thin as a whip, was perhaps a size nine; Ginger’s great size must have been well into the sixties.
Ginger, too, shook her head emphatically.
“Charles would simply die if I wore a frock he hadn’t done!” she said.