“Nothing is wrong,” Mannister said calmly, “I can assure you I was listening intently. Of course you are speaking now of the Honourable Jack Dunster and his daughter.”
John Dykes nodded.
“I see,” he remarked, “that you have a good memory for names. Phil and the young woman must have got pretty thick, for she told him all about her going to Court this first drawing-room, and her coming to Brighton first to stay with her aunt. Every one in the neighbourhood knew about her jewels, but again it was she who told him that she was going to bring them up with her to have them reset, so that she could wear some of them when she went to Court. I saw Rundermere in town a day or so ago, looking pretty sick he was too, and he told me, half in joke, that if I could find a man to do a little polite bur
