Tuppence, opening her eyes very wide, “I haven’t got anything smaller than a five-pound note.”“You did that part of it very well, old bean, but all the same the fellow wasn’t taken in--not for a moment!”“No,” said Tuppence thoughtfully, “he didn’t believe it. That’s the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it. I found that out this morning. Now let’s go to lunch. How about the Savoy?”Tommy grinned.“How about the Ritz?”“On second thoughts, I prefer the Piccadilly. It’s nearer. We shan’t have to take another taxi. Come along.”“Is this a new brand of humour? Or is your brain really unhinged?” inquired Tommy.“Your last supposition is the correct one. I have come into money, and the shock has been too much for me! For that particular form of mental trouble an eminent physician recommends unlimited Hors d’oeuvre, Lobster à l’americane, Chicken Newberg, and Pêche Melba! Let’s go and get them!”“Tuppence, old girl, what has really come over you?”“Oh, unbelieving one!” Tuppence wrenched open her bag. “Look here, and here, and here!”“Great Jehosaphat! My dear girl, don’t wave Fishers aloft like that!”“They’re not Fishers. They’re five times better than Fishers, and this one’s ten times better!”Tommy groaned.“I must have been drinking unawares! Am I dreaming, Tuppence, or do I really behold a large quantity of five-pound notes being waved about in a dangerous fashion?”“Even so, O 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’oeuvre 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.”“What?”“No. I told it to you. Don’t you remember, I said yesterday I’d overheard two people talking about a female called Jane Finn? That’s what brought the name into your mind so pat.”“So you did. I remember now. How extraordinary----” Tuppence tailed off into silence. Suddenly she aroused herself. 

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