The Secret of Chimneys. Agatha Christie

Chimneys? You are going to Chimneys?’

      George could not conceal his perturbation. He had hoped to reach Lord Caterham in time for the invitation to remain un-issued.

      ‘Bundle rang up and asked me this morning.’

      George made a last effort.

      ‘Rather a dull party, I believe,’ he said. ‘Hardly in your line, Virginia.’

      ‘My poor George, why didn’t you tell me the truth and trust me? It’s still not too late.’

      George took her hand and dropped it again limply.

      ‘I have told you the truth,’ he said coldly, and he said it without a blush.

      ‘That’s a better one,’ said Virginia approvingly. ‘But it’s still not good enough. Cheer up, George, I shall be at Chimneys all right, exerting my considerable charm–as you put it. Life has become suddenly very much more amusing. First a blackmailer, and then George in diplomatic difficulties. Will he tell all to the beautiful woman who asks for his confidence so pathetically? No, he will reveal nothing until the last chapter. Goodbye, George. One last fond look before you go? No? Oh, George, dear, don’t be sulky about it!’

      Virginia ran to the telephone as soon as George had departed with a heavy gait through the front door.

      She obtained the number she required and asked to speak to Lady Eileen Brent.

      ‘Is that you, Bundle? I’m coming to Chimneys all right tomorrow. What? Bore me? No, it won’t. Bundle, wild horses wouldn’t keep me away! So there!’