This Was a Man (The Clifton Chronicles 7)

“And what’s more, they can’t see us,” said Seb.

“They? Is he having dinner with Ruth?”

“Not unless she’s lost a couple of inches around her waist and put them on her chest.”

“Behave yourself, Seb. She’s probably a client.”

“No, I think you’ll find he’s the client.”

“You’ve inherited your father’s vivid imagination. It’s probably quite innocent.”

“You’re the only person in the room who’d believe that.”

“Now you have got me intrigued,” said Sam. She turned around once again, but still couldn’t see Victor. “I repeat, you’re a peeping Tom.”

“And if I’m right,” said Seb, ignoring his wife’s remonstration, “we have a problem.”

“Surely Victor’s got the problem, not you.”

“Possibly. But I’d still like to get out of here without being seen,” he said, taking out his wallet.

“How do you plan to do that?”

“Timing.”

“Are you going to cause some kind of diversion?” she teased.

“Nothing as dramatic as that. We’ll stay put until one of them goes to the loo. If it’s Victor, we can slip out unnoticed. If it’s the woman, we’ll leave discreetly, not giving him any reason to believe we’ve spotted them.”

“But if he does acknowledge us, you’ll know it’s quite innocent,” said Sam.

“That would be a relief on more than one level.”

“You’re rather good at this,” said Sam. “Experience possibly?”

“Not exactly. But you’ll find a similar plot in one of Dad’s novels, when William Warwick realizes the witness to a murder must have been lying, and has to get out of a restaurant unnoticed if he’s going to prove it.”

“What if neither of them goes to the loo?”

“We could be stuck here for a very long time. I’ll get the bill,” said Seb, raising a hand, “just in case we have to make a dash for it. And I’m sorry, Sam, but did you ask me something just before I became distracted?”

“Yes, I wondered if you knew Jessica’s got a new boyfriend.”

“What gives you that idea?” said Seb, as he checked the bill before handing over his credit card.

“She never used to care how she looked.”

“Isn’t that par for the course for an art student? She always looks to me as if she’s been dressed by Oxfam, and I can’t say I’ve noticed any change.”

“That’s because you don’t see her in the evening, when she stops being an art student and becomes a young woman, and doesn’t look half bad.”

“The daughter of her mother,” said Seb, taking his wife’s hand. “Let’s just hope the new guy is an improvement on the Brazilian playboy, because I can’t see the Slade being quite so understanding a second time,” he said as he signed the credit slip.

“I don’t think that will be a problem this time. When he came to pick her up, he was driving a Polo, not a Ferrari.”

“And you have the nerve to call me a peeping Tom? So when do I get the chance to meet him?”

“That might not be for some time because so far she hasn’t even admitted she has a boyfriend. However, I’m planning—”