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âTommy! Youâre a genius! Thatâs ever so much more chic. âNo unreasonable offer refusedâ âif pay is good.â Howâs that?â
âI shouldnât mention pay again. It looks rather eager.â
âIt couldnât look as eager as I feel! But perhaps you are right. Now Iâll read it straight through. âTwo young adventurers for hire. Willing to do anything, go anywhere. Pay must be good. No unreasonable offer refused.â How would that strike you if you read it?â
âIt would strike me as either being a hoax, or else written by a lunatic.â
âItâs not half so insane as a thing I read this morning beginning âPetuniaâ and signed âBest Boy.âââ She tore out the leaf and handed it to Tommy. âThere you are. Times, I think. Reply to Box so-and-so. I expect it will be about five shillings. Hereâs half a crown for my share.â
Tommy was holding the paper thoughtfully. His faced burned a deeper red.
âShall we really try it?â he said at last. âShall we, Tuppence? Just for the fun of the thing?â
âTommy, youâre a sport! I knew you would be! Letâs drink to success.â She poured some cold dregs of tea into the two cups.
âHereâs to our joint venture, and may it prosper!â
âThe Young Adventurers, Ltd.!â responded Tommy.
They put down the cups and laughed rather uncertainly. Tuppence rose.
âI must return to my palatial suite at the hostel.â
âPerhaps it is time I strolled round to the Ritz,â agreed Tommy with a grin. âWhere shall we meet? And when?â
âTwelve oâclock tomorrow. Piccadilly Tube station. Will that suit you?â
âMy time is my own,â replied Mr. Beresford magnificently.
âSo long, then.â
âGoodbye, old thing.â
The two young people went off in opposite directions. Tuppenceâs hostel was situated in what was charitably called Southern Belgravia. For reasons of economy she did not take a bus.
She was halfway across St. Jamesâs Park, when a manâs voice behind her made her start.
âExcuse me,â it said. âBut may I speak to you for a moment?â
II Mr. Whittingtonâs OfferTuppence turned sharply, but the words hovering on the tip of her tongue remained unspoken, for the manâs appearance and manner did not bear out her first and most natural assumption. She hesitated. As if he read her thoughts, the man said quickly:
âI can assure you I mean no disrespect.â
Tuppence believed him. Although she disliked and distrusted him instinctively, she was inclined to acquit him of the particular motive which she had at first attributed to him. She looked him up and down. He was a big man, clean shaven, with a heavy jowl. His eyes were small and cunning, and shifted their glance under her direct gaze.
âWell, what is it?â she asked.
The man smiled.
âI happened to overhear part of your conversation with the young gentleman in Lyonsâ.â
âWellâ âwhat of it?â
âNothingâ âexcept that I think I may be of some use to you.â
Another inference forced itself into Tuppenceâs mind:
âYou followed me here?â
âI took that liberty.â
âAnd in what way do you think you could be of use to me?â
The man took a card from his pocket and handed it to her with a bow.
Tuppence took it and scrutinized it carefully. It bore the inscription, âMr. Edward Whittington.â Below the name were the words âEsthonia Glassware Co.,â and the address of a city office. Mr. Whittington spoke again:
âIf you will call upon me tomorrow morning at eleven oâclock, I will lay the details of my proposition before you.â
âAt eleven oâclock?â said Tuppence doubtfully.
âAt eleven oâclock.â
Tuppence made up her mind.
âVery well. Iâll be there.â
âThank you. Good evening.â
He raised his hat with a flourish, and walked away. Tuppence remained for some minutes gazing after him. Then she gave a curious movement of her shoulders, rather as a terrier shakes himself.
âThe adventures have begun,â she murmured to herself. âWhat does he want me to do, I wonder? Thereâs something about you, Mr. Whittington, that I donât like at all. But, on the other hand, Iâm not the least bit afraid of you. And as Iâve said before, and shall doubtless say again, little Tuppence can look after herself, thank you!â
And with a short, sharp nod of her head she walked briskly onward. As a result of further meditations, however, she turned aside from the direct route and entered a post office. There she pondered for some moments, a telegraph form in her hand. The thought of a possible five shillings spent unnecessarily spurred her to action, and she decided to risk the waste of ninepence.
Disdaining the spiky pen and thick, black treacle which a beneficent government had provided, Tuppence drew out Tommyâs pencil which she had retained and wrote rapidly: âDonât put in advertisement. Will explain tomorrow.â She addressed it to Tommy at his club, from which in one short month he would have to resign, unless a kindly fortune permitted him to renew his subscription.
âIt may catch him,â she murmured. âAnyway, itâs worth trying.â
After handing it over the counter she set out briskly for home, stopping at a bakerâs to buy three pennyworth of new buns.
Later, in her tiny cubicle at the top of the house she munched buns and reflected on the future. What was the Esthonia Glassware Co., and what earthly need could it have for her services? A pleasurable thrill of excitement made Tuppence tingle. At any rate, the country vicarage had retreated into the background again. The morrow held possibilities.
It was a long time before Tuppence went to sleep that night, and, when at length she did, she dreamed that Mr. Whittington had set her to washing up a pile of Esthonia Glassware, which bore an unaccountable resemblance to hospital plates!
It wanted some five minutes to eleven when Tuppence reached the block of buildings in which the offices of the Esthonia Glassware Co. were situated. To arrive before the time would look overeager. So Tuppence decided to walk to the end of the street and back again. She did so. On the stroke of eleven she plunged into the recesses of the building. The Esthonia Glassware Co. was on the top floor. There was a
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