Lord Peter delicately raised his eyebrows.
"Of course," pursued Mr. Weldon, "I see your game all right. You're nuts on this kind of thing and it's all a darn good advertisement, and it gives you a jolly good excuse for barging round with the girl. That's quite all right. But it's not quite the game to go playing my mother up, if you see what I mean. So I thought I'd just give you a hint. You won't take offence?"
"I am quite ready," said Lord Peter, "to take anything I am offered."
Mr. Weldon looked puzzled for a moment and then burst into a hearty laugh.
"That's good," he said, "dashed good. What was yours? Martell Three-Star? Here, Johnnie, same again for this gentleman."
"Thank you, no," said Wimsey. "You misunderstood me."
"Oh, come—another little spot won't do you any harm. No? O
