Chapter 39

The boy sat in the office, reading the racing news. I sat on the step of the Roquefort, awaiting Miss Agatha Sword. Sometimes I strolled round the Lowland which I was to sell. This was a nice-looking coupé and was worth about half her price. I began to see how it was that George was able to make two thousand a year. It was twenty minutes to four when a taxi drew up, to disgorge Miss Agatha Sword. When I saw her, I was glad I had come. I think that was natural. Her physical attractions were outstanding, and she had …