“Whether,” I said, “it was the international police seeking for the lady adventuress-spy?”
“Yes. Or even if ’twas only a grouchy landlord asking for his room rent in advance—and me with two cents in my purse!—that would have done. Oh, Bill, I just told myself that once let me just escape—and I’d roam the world forever from pillar to post—never knowing, at least at times, where my next meal was coming from, and I’d—”
“Listen,” I queried. “Are you dead sure, hon, that some gypsy chief didn’t pass through this town—back in the days when your grandmammy lived here?”
She laughed. “And me—with my blue eyes and yellow hair? Alas, Bill, I fear not. That’s the trouble—I actually fear not. Anyway, Bill, when it came time to deliver that toast I just had to deliver it to the Spirit of Adventure—us
