“Get a wiggle on,” Emery called into the building. Miles was still up in the flat. “He can’t find his hat,” he explained to their driver.

“That won’t do,” Hassett said softly. The older man was technically a warden but neither brother could drive yet so they had a warden who saw to their safety and drove them anywhere they needed to go. “What happened to your tie, by the way?”

Emery rolled his eyes and pulled the length of cloth from his topcoat pocket. It was rumpled but he pulled it on anyway. He tied it with only a small amount of difficulty. “I hate these things,” he muttered.

“Did you know that new manners book has made it to the top of the best seller’s list?” Hassett said. “That many people can’t be wrong. If so many people are buying a manners book then manners must be getting more important.”

Emery shook his head and sighed. “Just because people think worrying about how everyone else thinks they should act is the cat’s pajamas, doesn’t mean I agree. I am who I am. Being all hotsy-tostsy doesn’t catch the hoods, you know.”

“I know, Emery. Here’s your brother. Miles, the hat’s supposed to be on your head, not under your arm.”

Emery looked up and scowled. “That’s my new trilby you’re crushing, Mi.”

“I can’t find my hat,” Miles grumbled as he pulled the hat on his head and made his way for the other side of the car.

“You don’t like hats,” Emery said. “You lose them, thinking that Morrissey will let it slide and you won’t have to wear one. But we’re supposed to be gentlemen and so we have to wear a hat. It’s impolite to go out with your head uncovered.”

“We used to,” Miles muttered as he took his seat.

“Yeah,” Emery agreed as he settled beside his brother. “Before we moved to the big city and had to be around all these citified manners.”

Hassett sighed as the boys began to chuckle at each other. They were both brilliant but, largely due to their age, very much still like schoolboys. He could only hope they’d settle down when they got to the offices.