Chapter NineWhittlebait Is A Modest Man
Walking up through the dunes, Sybil said, “It must be one of those people Mr. Squareless was telling us about. What was the word? Pinies.”
“My God,” said Tim. “I hope it isn’t Mr. Whittlebait.”
“Goodness, what a selfish remark. Besides, who would want to kill our poor leprechaun?”
“Somebody who envied him his chance to be near you. Especially since you’ve taken lo running around with no clothes on.”
Sybil sighed. “I can remember when you liked me with no clothes on.”
“That was indoors,” said Tim, “and this is no time to get onto such subjects.”
“You mean the honeymoon’s over?”
“Remember the old song, ‘Tea for Two’?”
“Of course, darling.” She hummed. “‘Nobody near us to see us or hear us…’ Is that what you’re thinking of?”
“I’m thinking of t
