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secret to the Athenæum smoking-room through sheer inability to hold it in any longer. So ring him up, Bish, and tell him we expect him here at 1.30 today."
"You really mean to put pressure on him? I mean about that railway-ticket, you know?"
"Well," she said, "what do you think?"
"Chloë, old stitch," he said, "I don't like it; I really don't. One ought to draw the line somewhere, even nowadays. You can't give your own father into custody on a charge of diddling the Great Western. It's simply not done."
"Who's going to give him in charge, you mug?" she demanded. "Not me! You don't suppose I'm exactly panting to proclaim myself the daughter of a swindler. But I imagine I can threaten him, can't I?"
