At that moment quick footsteps sounded on the pavement, and Pennell glanced round.
Two girls passed them, obviously sisters.

They were not flashily dressed exactly, but there was something in their furs and their high-heeled, high-laced boots that told its own story.

"By Jove, that's a pretty girl!" exclaimed Pennell; "let's follow them." Peter laughed; he was reckless, but not utterly so.

"If you like," he said.

"I'm on for any rag.