‘The Paper I’m reading next at the I.U.A.S. and I do wish you’d let me do it in peace.’ ‘Sorry.’ Tuppence removed herself. Tommy continued to write sentences and then scratch them out. His face was just brightening, as the pace of his writing increased – when once more the door opened.
‘Here it is,’ said Tuppence. ‘Partingdale, Harris, Lockeridge and Partingdale, 32 Lincoln Terrace, W.C.2. Tel. Holborn 051386. The operative member oftbe faro is Mr Eccles.’ She placed a sheet of paper by Tommy’s elbow. ‘Nowyou take on.’ ‘No!’ said Tommy firmly.
‘Yes! She’s your Aunt Ada.’ ‘Where does Aunt Ada come in? Mrs Lancaster is no aunt of mine.’ ‘But it’s lawyers,’ Tuppence insisted. ‘It’s a man’s job always to deal with lawyers. They just think women are silly and don’t pay attention ‘ ‘A very sensible point of view,’ said Tommy.
‘Oh! Tommy – do help. You go and telephone and I’ll f’md the dictionary and look how to spell contingency.’ Tommy gave her a look, but departed.
He returned at last and spoke fLrmly – ‘This matte is now closed, Tuppence.’ ‘You got Mr Eccles?’ ‘Strictly speaking I got a Mr Wills who is doubtless the dogsbody of the fnma of Partingford, Lockjaw and Harrison.
But he was fully informed and glib. All letters and communications go via the Southern Counties Bank, Hammersmith branch, who will forward all communications. And there, Tuppence, let me tell you, the trail stops. Banks will forward things – but they won’t yield any addresses to you or anyone else who asks. They have their code of rules and they’ll stick to them – Their lips are sealed like our more pompous Prime Ministers.’ ‘All right, I’ll send a letter care of the Bank.’ ‘Do that – and for goodness’ sake, leave me alone – or I shall never get my speech done.’ ‘Tbsnk you, darling,’ said Tuppence. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you.’ She kissed the top of his head.
‘It’s the best butter,’ said Tommy.
II
It was not until the following Thursday evening that Tommy asked suddenly, ‘By the way, did you ever get any answer to the letter you sent care of the Bank to Mrs Johnson ‘ ‘It’s nice of you to ask,’ said Tuppence sarcastically. ‘No, I didn’t.’ She added meditatively, ‘I don’t think I shall, either.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘You’re not really interested,’ said Tuppence coldly.
‘Look here, Tuppence – I know I’ve been rather preoccupied – It’s all this I.U.A.S. – It’s only once a year, thank goodness.’ ‘It starts on Monday} doesn’t it? For five days ‘ ‘Four days.’ ‘And you all go down to a Hush Hush, top secret house in the country somewhere, and make speeches and read Papers and vet young men for Super Secret assignments in Europe and beyond. I’ve forgotten what LU.A.S. stands for. All these initials they have nowadays ‘ ‘International Union of Associated Security.’ ‘What a mouthful! Quite ridiculous. And I expect the whole place is bugged, and everybody knows everybody else’s most secret conversations.’ ‘Highly likely,’ said Tommy with a grin.
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