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fancied the motion of her lips saying "later."
　　"Well," he saidcheerfully, "we'd better get downto some more facts now. Where had you come from tonight? What were you doing walking alongPond Street on such a foggy evening?"
　　"I came up for an Art class at the Tate thismorning. Then I went to lunch with my friend Bridget. She lives in Onslow Square. We wentto a film and when we came out, there was this fog – quitethick and getting worse, and I thought perhaps I'd better notdrive home."
　　"You drive a car, do you?"
　　"Yes. I took my driving test last summer. Only, I'm not a very good driver and I hate driving in fog. So Bridget's mother said I could stay the night, so I rang up Cousin Mildred – that's where I live in Kent –”
　　Father nodded.
　　“– and I said I was going to stay up overnight.She said that was very wise."
　　"And what happened next?" asked Father