As soon as the landlady had gone out of the room, I said, "But you promised Rosy would serve me."
"Of course, so I did!"
"Ask where she is, please!"
When the landlady came back to ask if we would have coffee, I nudged Rex openly, and he said, "Where is Rosy tonight?"
"Gone off to her aunt's for a couple of days, you wouldn't rather have tea, I suppose?"
My hopes were dashed. I didn't care what we had, if I couldn't have Rosy.
After coffee, Rex, who apologised lightly to me for Rosy's absence, asked would I like a liqueur. We went to his room and had Grand Marnier.
"Are these your cameras? They look pretty marvellous," I said.
He showed them and explained the gadgets.
"Would you like to see the pictures I can't put on the screen for my dear respectable audiences?"
Wouldn't I just!
