Chapter II
Tender Buttonholes‘But your buttonholes, they, ah, they… open!’
‘What?’ Sir Christopher asked.
‘Your buttonholes, here on your suit, they actually open,’ John said in amazement, dropping his notes about photographs to be ordered for Sir Christopher’s forthcoming book.
‘Don’t they open on all suits?’ Sir Christopher asked, looking up incuriously from his writing-table. ‘I don’t, after all, see that there would be much point in a buttonhole that didn’t open. And as for the Berlin photos—’
‘Well, of course, they all open in the front,’ John interrupted. ‘But I mean here,’ he continued, ‘along the outside sleeve or cuff – or whatever you want to call it – of your suit coat. There, your buttonholes open. I guess that it’s just because you’ve lost a button – the first one on your
