'Tea? Oh, surely not. It's only just four. I don't think it's good for
the servants having tea half-an-hour earlier than usual. It's a little
thing--yes, I know that, but I don't believe in it. I like punctuality,
regularity--oh, well, of course, dear, if you wish it.'

'No, I don't at all! I thought you might.'

'Oh no. I like punctuality, er--and, as a matter of fact, I had tea at
the club.'

Laughing, Edith rang the bell.

Bruce lighted a cigarette, first, with his usual courtesy, asking her
permission.

'I'll tell you about _that_ when Woodhouse has gone,' he said
mysteriously.

'Oh, can't you tell me anything about it now? I wouldn't have ordered
tea if I'd known that!'

He enjoyed keeping her waiting, and was delighted at her interest. He
would have made it last longer, but was unable to bear his own suspense;
so he said:

'Before I say any more, tell me: where is Madame Frabelle?'



CHAPTER III