‘I want to get married,’ Smith explained slowly and patiently. ‘To Miss Mary Ellison.’ ‘But you can’t,’ Rolland protested. ‘This morning! Impossible! There are such things as banns, permits, the registrar’s office will be shut today—’ ‘After all I’ve done for you,’ Smith interrupted reproachfully. ‘Blackmail, sir! You play on an old man’s gratitude. Downright blackmail!’ Rolland banged down the phone, smiled tiredly and picked up another phone. ‘Operator? Put me through to the Forgery Section.’
