CHAPTER XI“A regular pea-souper, by Jove,” said Lord Peter.
Parker grunted, and struggled irritably into an overcoat.
“It affords me, if I may say so, the greatest satisfaction,” continued the noble lord, “that in a collaboration like ours all the uninteresting and disagreeable routine work is done by you.”
Parker grunted again.
“Do you anticipate any difficulty about the warrant?” inquired Lord Peter.
Parker grunted a third time.
“I suppose you've seen to it that all this business is kept quiet?”
“Of course.”
“You've muzzled the workhouse people?”
“Of course.”
“And the police?”
“Yes.”
“Because, if you haven't there'll probably be nobody to arrest.”
“My dear Wimsey, do you think I'm a fool?”
“I had no such hope.”
Parker grunted finally and departed.
Lord Peter settled down
