Philbrick sat at the next table at the Maison Basque eating the bitter little strawberries which are so cheap in Provence and so very expensive in Dover Street.
'Do come and see me some time, he said. 'I'm living up the street at Batts's.
'I hear you're buying Llanabba, said Paul.
'Well, I thought of it, said Philbrick. 'But I'm afraid it's too far away, really.
'The police came for you soon after you left, said Paul.
'They're bound to get me some time, said Philbrick. 'But thanks for the tip all the same! By the way, you might warn your fiancée that they'll be after her soon, if she's not careful. That League of Nations Committee is getting busy at last.
'I haven't the least idea what you mean, said Paul, and returned to his table.
'Obviously the poor man's dotty, said Margot when he told her of the conversation.
CHAPTER VI A Hitch in the Wedding Preparations
Meanwhile half the shops in London were engaged on the wedding preparations. Paul asked Potts to be his best man, but a letter from Geneva declined the invitation. In other circumstances this might have caused him embarrassment, but during the past fortnight Paul had received so many letters and invitations from people he barely remembered meeting that his only difficulty in filling his place was the fear of offending any of his affectionate new friends. Eventually he chose Sir Alastair Digby‑Vane‑Trumpington, because he felt that, how ever indirectly, he owed him a great deal of his present good fortune. Sir Alastair readily accepted, at the same time borrowing the money for a new tall hat, his only one having come to grief a few nights earlier.