Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie
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gentleman thought he was giving him?
"I think you've given him too much, Tommy," said Tuppence innocently. "I fancy he wants to give some of it back." It was possibly this remark which induced the driver to move away. "Well," said Mr. Beresford, at length able to relieve his feelings, "what the--dickens, did you want to take a taxi for?" "I was afraid I might be late and keep you waiting," said Tuppence gently. "Afraid--you--might--be--late! Oh, Lord, I give it up!" said Mr. Beresford. "And really and truly," continued Tuppence, opening her eyes very wide, "I haven't got anything smaller than a five-pound note." "You did that part of it very well, old bean, but all the same the fellow wasn't taken in--not for a moment!" "No," said Tuppence thoughtfully, "he didn't believe it. That's the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it. I found that out this morning. Now let's go to lunch. How about the Savoy?" Tommy grinned. |
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