Sheila wondered how this concerned her.
But she had known ever since she was small that Wilkins was long-winded in what he had to say and it was best not to interrupt him.
She therefore waited until he continued his story,
“The last words, Newman, for that were the name of the butler, said to me before I leaves and that were a year or two ago were, ‘if you ever comes to London, you can stay here whether they knows about it or not and I’ll be real pleased to see you’.”
Sheila gave a little gasp.
“So you can stay at the house in Park Lane and you think I could stay there too?”
”We won’t have to pay,” he replied, “and, unless things have altered, the food in the kitchen is as good as the food you get in the dining room.”
Sheila laughed.
“When we reach London,” she asked, “what are we
