Dexter Manfern, a Friend of the Mahatma School of Oriental Thought

The telephone on her dressing table rang. Miss Bruss had switched on from the Budwar. She composed her face to a wily smile, and her voice to a corresponding invitation. Dexter Manfern was actually saying something about having been asked to conduct an investigation into the state of things at the Mahatma school of Oriental thought. He did not do his wives thinking say enough about them when he got home.