Chapter XVI

QUADRILLE ‘Mrs Rushworth, this is Lord Peter Wimsey. Naomi, this is Lord Peter. He’s fearfully keen on glands and things, so I’ve brought him along. And, Naomi, do tell me all about your news. Who is it? Do I know him?’ Mrs Rushworth was a long, untidy woman, with long, untidy hair wound into bell-pushes over her ears. She beamed short-sightedly at Peter. ‘So glad to see you. So very wonderful about glands, isn’t it? Dr Voronoff, you know, and those marvellous old sheep. Such a hope for all of us. Not that dear Wal…