CHAPTER 9He looked up awkwardly as the girl with the ash-blond hair and grey eyes appeared. Her eyes were very tranquil, and under eyebrows that were rather too thick, according to cinema standards, and quite dark, so that they accented her suntanned face and made her cool eyes and long dark lashes the most important thing in her face.
She glanced at the small man.
“This is Mr. Pinkerton,” Bull said. “He . . . discovered Sir Lionel, last night, and tried to save him.”
“Of course,” Sally Bruce said. “I saw you last night. You looked so absurd under that enormous rubber plant.”
She laughed suddenly, and Mr. Pinkerton, who normally would have been as livid as it was possible for him to get, and very greatly annoyed, laughed himself, quite happily. Not that there had been much ice at any m
