ing good breakfast. No one's got a better appetite than you have, Tuppence, and by tea-time you'd be eating the flags, pins and all. But, honestly, I don't think much of the idea, Whittington mayn't be in London at all."
"That's true. Anyway, I think clue No. 2 is more promising."
"Let's hear it."
"It's nothing much. Only a Christian name—Rita. Whittington mentioned it that day."
"Are you proposing a third advertisement: Wanted, female crook, answering to the name of Rita?"
"I am not. I propose to reason in a logical manner. That man, Danvers, was shadowed on the way over, wasn't he? And it's more likely to have been a woman than a man"
"I don't see that at all."
"I am absolutely certain that it would be a woman, and a good-looking one," replied Tuppence calmly.
"On these technical points I bow to your decision," murmured Mr. Beresford.
"Now, obviously this woman, whoever she was, was saved."
"How do you make that out?"
"If she wasn't, how would they have known Jane Finn had got the papers?"
"Correct. Proceed, O Sherlock!"
"Now there's just a chance, I admit it's only a chance, that this woman may have been 'Rita.'"
"And if so?"
