“He must be of advanced years. You are no longer a young man,” he added, by way of explanation.
“I am not, and he is of exceedingly advanced years. It is these years of acute awareness that drove him to send a contact from Buckingham Palace to seek out the only one of our clandestine group that he knew for sure where to find. My apologies here go to Sir Belvedere. On reflection, I wished I had told my man you were one of us.”
“Might I ask why you didn’t?” Belvedere interjected.
“Poker is played with a straight face.”
“I do sometimes find it hard to contain myself.”
Headlock just gave his friend a kind look.
“So?” said Cuthbert ever to the point.
“Like I said, he has sought out the only one of us of fixed abode.”
“Grace.”
“Yes, Grace, and that disgusting hostelry she persevered at.
