"How about the Ritz?"

"On second thoughts, I prefer the Piccadilly. It's nearer. We
shan't have to take another taxi. Come along."

"Is this a new brand of humour? Or is your brain really
unhinged?" inquired Tommy.

"Your last supposition is the correct one. I have come into
money, and the shock has been too much for me! For that
particular form of mental trouble an eminent physician recommends
unlimited Hors d'oeuvre, Lobster a l'americane, Chicken Newberg,
and Peche Melba! Let's go and get them!"

"Tuppence, old girl, what has really come over you?"

"Oh, unbelieving one!" Tuppence wrenched open her bag. "Look
here, and here, and here!"

"Great Jehosaphat! My dear girl, don't wave Fishers aloft like
that!"

"They're not Fishers. They're five times better than Fishers,
and this one's ten times better!"

Tommy groaned.

"I must have been drinking unawares! Am I dreaming, Tuppence, or
do I really behold a large quantity of five-pound notes being
waved about in a dangerous fashion?"