Chapter 34

“So what do you say?” Phillips insisted.

“It’s awfully kind of you to ask me.” George was deeply touched by this invitation to share their celebrations, even though in all likelihood it’d be the sort of loud, alcohol-fuelled bun-fight he’d pay good money to avoid. “But I’ve been invited elsewhere. A friend’s asked me down to Hampshire to stay with his people.”

“Ah! Say no more about it, then.” Phillips sat back with a smile, just as Mitchell limped back through the door.

He gave them both suspicious glances. “I begin to think I’m the only member of staff actually doing any work,” he said before sitting back at his desk.

Phillips took off his spectacles, gave them a polish and put them back on again to peer closely at Mr. Mitchell. “So that’s what you call going downstairs to make eyes at Miss Pargeter, is it?”