of five-pound notes being waved about in a dangerous fashion?"
"Even so, King! Now, will you come and have lunch?"
"I'll come anywhere. But what have you been doing? Holding up a bank?"
"All in good time. What an awful place Piccadilly Circus is. There's a huge bus bearing down on us. It would be too terrible if they killed the five-pound notes!"
"Grill room?" inquired Tommy, as they reached the opposite pavement in safety.
"The other's more expensive," demurred Tuppence.
"That's mere wicked wanton extravagance. Come on below."
"Are you sure I can get all the things I want there?"
"That extremely unwholesome menu you were outlining just now? Of course you can—or as much as is good for you, anyway."
"And now tell me," said Tommy, unable to restrain his pent-up curiosity any longer, as they sat in state surrounded by the many hors d'œuvre of Tuppence's dreams.
Miss Cowley told him.
"And the curious part of it is," she ended, "that I really did invent the name of Jane Finn! I didn't want to give my own because of poor father—in case I should get mixed up in anything shady."
"Perhaps that's so," said Tommy slowly. "But you didn't invent it."
