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"WHAT do you think of Miss Maggs, Mr. Blamey? " asked Robin, some hours later, as he leaned against the cobbler's window-sill. It was between eight and nine o'clock, and the atmosphere in Sun Court was less close than it had been all day; indeed, Jasper had remarked a few minutes previously that he had caught a whiff of sea breeze.
"She appears a very straightforward sort of person," replied the old man; "a true friend, I'll be bound to say."