‘Seventy-three,’ I said as we drew level with the corner of the building. ‘I made it sixty-five,’ said Lady Hardcastle. ‘And my stride is exactly one yard.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘So if you can just lend me your legs the night we do this, I’ll know exactly how far sixty-five yards is. On the other hand, why don’t we call it seventy-three Flosteps? I carry my own legs with me everywhere and removing yours in the dark will be messy and inconvenient.’
