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"Lalage," I said, "you're not going to give it to Titherington, are you? It wouldn't be good for him, it wouldn't really." "Make your mind quite easy about that," said Lalage. "I'm not going to give it to either of you. Hilda, look under the bed. That's just the idiotic sort of place Tithers would hide a thing." I heard Hilda grovelling about on the floor.

We arranged it all with Tithers and you weren't even asked to give your consent. I don't see what more could have been done for your scruples." "Hilda's mother might have been asked." "I can't stop here arguing with you all afternoon," said Lalage. "Come on, Hilda." "Don't go just yet. I promise not to mention Hilda's mother again." "We can't possibly stay, can we, Hilda?

"Is Tithers another name for the Puffin?" "No," said Lalage. "Tithers is Joey P." "He signed his letter Joseph P.," said Hilda, "so at first we called him that." Titherington usually signs himself Joseph P. I inferred that he was Tithers. "You liked him?" I said. "In some ways he's rather an ass," said Lalage, "'and just at first I thought he was inclined to have too good an opinion of himself.

Nurse will show it to you." Even then Hilda did not start. "The key of what bag?" she asked. "Is it any particular bag?" said Lalage. "Of course it is," I said. "What on earth would be the use ?" "Will Tithers knows what bag you mean?" said Lalage. "He will. Now that he has influenza himself he can't help knowing." "Off with you, Hilda." This time Hilda started, slowly.

The nurse, who evidently thought that Hilda was being badly treated, went with her. She certainly took her as far as the hotel door. She may have gone all the way to Titherington's house. Lalage sat down opposite me and lit a cigarette. "We are having a high old time," she said. "Now that Tithers is gone and O'Donoghue, who appears to be rather an ass, professes to have a sore throat "

"I'm not trying to please Tithers. I'm acting in the interests of public morality." "Still," I said, "there's no harm in pleasing Tithers incidentally." "I have a big meeting on to-night. Hilda takes the chair, and I'll rub it in about Vittie shamming sick. I never heard anything more disgraceful. Can Tithers be playing the same game, do you think?" "I don't know," I said.

"Has Selby-Harrison," I asked, "been publishing a book?" "No," said Lalage, "but his father has." "Ah," I said, "that accounts for this agreement form." "Quite so," said Lalage, "he copied it from that, making the necessary changes. Rather piffle, I call that part about enjoying the speeches in the British Empire. It isn't likely that Tithers would want to enjoy them anywhere else.

"His or yours?" asked Lalage. "They were his at first. They're mine now, for he gave them to me, and I'm going to keep them." "I don't see what all the fuss is about," said Lalage. "Do you, Hilda? I suppose you and Tithers can both afford to buy a few more bottles if you want them." "You don't understand," I said.

"If you didn't see him," I said hopefully, "you may be wrong after all about his wanting the bag. He can't be so selfish." "Who did you see?" said Lalage. "Mrs. Titherington," said Hilda. "She " "Fancy there being a Mrs. Tithers," said Lalage. "How frightfully funny! What was she like to look at?" "Never mind that for the present, Hilda," I said. "Just tell me about the key."

"It ought to be fairly obvious," I said, "that I'm alluding to Mr. Titherington's attempt to find out Hilda's surname from young Selby-Harrison." Hilda giggled convulsively. Then she got out her pocket handkerchief and choked. "Tithers," said Lalage, "is past caring about anybody's name. He's got influenza. It came on him the night before last at twelve o'clock. He's pretty bad."

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