“Evening, Jean, or is it morning, I"m really very lost with it all,” said Merryweather rubbing at his throat.
“Was that you making all that racket?” I demanded, ignoring his ramblings.
“Of course!”
“What in God"s name were you howling for?” I growled, unable to contain my fury.
“I thought that was our secret signal.”
“What the hell are you talking about, we don"t have a secret signal.”
“That"s what makes it a secret. Don"t you know anything about these things?” he said, shaking his head.
“You are the most infuriating man.”
“Look who"s talking!” Merryweather interrupted before my rant had begun. “Every time I thought I was about to catch you up, you sped off again. I thought I"d never reach you. If I didn"t know better, I"d say you were trying to avoid me.”
Walter turned his back o
