Inclined to facetiousness by a blend of choice beverages, Gammon
could not resist a joke at the moment when he took leave.
"Been out with the 'Saponaria' van to-day?" he enquired innocently.
Greenacre looked steadily at him with eyes of gentle reproach.
"I'm afraid I don't understand that allusion," he replied gravely.
"Is it a current jest? I am not much in the way of hearing that kind
of thing. By the by, let me know if I can help you in any more
genealogies."
"I will. So long, old man."
And with a wink--an undeniable wink, an audacious wink--Mr. Gammon
sallied from the hotel
Before going to bed he wrote a letter--a letter to Miss Sparkes.
Would she see him the day after to-morrow, Sunday, if he strolled
along Shaftesbury Avenue at ten a.m.? It would greatly delight him,
and perhaps she might be persuaded to take a little jaunt to Dulwich
and look at his bow-wows.
CHAPTER XII
POLLY CONDESCENDS
There was time enough for Polly to reply to this invitation, but
reply she did not. None the less, Gammon was walking about near her
lodgings at ten o'clock on Sunday morning.
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