‘Her Bulgarian blood, no doubt,’ put in Mr Campion soberly.
‘Yes. She can’t help it. She wanted to marry Herbert immediately and invest her savings in a shop so that she could settle down and make something of him. What are you thinking, Albert?’
‘Thank heaven she can sew,’ murmured her escort piously. ‘When did you turn Herbert into a detective?’
‘Oh, I didn’t do it. It was entirely his idea. You see, when Gracie first told me about him I begged her to wait. A man must have the kind of work he really loves, mustn’t he? Even I know that. I told her that she simply must make Herbert find out what his vocation was and then I’d see he got into it. Then we could both wait and see how it worked.’
She smiled brightly across the table.
‘And Herbert thought he felt the call to become a “tec”?
