"Oh, Hell!" came Jaffery's great voice. "She's here right enough."
"Where?" I asked.
"The Savoy. So is Euphemia—"
Euphemia was Jaffery's unmarried sister, as like to her brother as a little wizened raisin is to a fat, bursting muscat grape.
"Euphemia has taken her on. Wants to convert her."
"Good Lord!" I cried. "Is she a Turk?"
"She's a problem." And his great laugh vibrated in my ears.
"Why not bring her down with Euphemia?"
"I want a couple of days off. I want a good quiet time, with no female women about save Barbara and my fairy grasshopper whom, as you know, I love to distraction."
"But will Euphemia be all right with her?"