Douglas hesitated, frowning.
"Go on -phone him!" Bruno's eyes challenged the man, daring him to pick up the telephone and speak to Mark Hammond personally.
Douglas dropped his eyes. "All right", he said. "You win. What do I have to do? What sort of terms did you have in mind?"
Bruno walked past him and ran his eyes slowly over Caroline. The girl was wearing a very short mini dress; a bright, op-art creation in dazzling, clashing colours which clung silkily to her body and ended only a few inches below her crotch. With his back to Douglas, Bruno said:
"You know, I've been thinking about that first night of our holiday ... I was pretty slow, wasn't I? There you were, having a marvellous time together, and I played the heavy -the odd man out!
"Let's have a flashback, shall we? Suppose we
