He turned to Albert and Evans.
"And now, Messieurs," he said dramatically. "The final coup!"
With a swift unexpected gesture, he seized Mrs. Van Snyder by her elaborately dressed hair. It came off in his hand.
"As I thought," said Tommy. "No. 16!"
It was about half an hour later when Tuppence opened her eyes and found a doctor and Tommy bending over her.
Over the events of the next quarter of an hour a decent veil had better be drawn, but after that period the doctor departed with the assurance that all was now well.
"Mon ami, Hastings," said Tommy fondly. "How I rejoice that you are still alive."
"Have we got No. 16?"
"Once more have I crushed him like an egg shell-In other words, Carter's got him. The little grey cells! By the way, I'm raising Albert's wages."
“Tell me all about it."
Tommy gave her a spirited narrative, with certain omissions.
"Weren't you half frantic about me?" asked Tuppence faintly.
"Not particularly. One must keep calm, you know."
"Liar!" said Tuppence. "You look quite haggard still."
"Well, perhaps I was just a little worried, darling. I say-we're going to give it up now, aren't we?"
"Certainly we are."
Tommy gave a sigh of relief.
"I hoped you'd be sensible. After a shock like this-“
"It's not the shock. You know I never mind shocks."
"A rubber bone-indestructible," murmured Tommy.
"I've got something better to do," continued Tuppence. "Something ever so much more exciting. Something I've never done before."
Tommy looked at her with lively apprehension.
"I forbid it, Tuppence."
"You can't," said Tuppence. "It's a law of nature."
"What are you talking about, Tuppence?"
"I'm talking," said Tuppence, "of Our Baby. Wives don't whisper nowadays. They shout. OUR BABY! Tommy, isn't everything marvellous?"