Settled in the small living room with Joanne, Henry stretched out his long legs luxuriously. It was a cold night, and they had a log fire burning in the grate. With just a small lamp burning in one corner the room was intimate and cosy. Joanne showed Henry the red diary she had found and told him that the contents had provided yet another shock of discovery.
‘You wouldn’t believe some of it if you didn’t see it for yourself,’ she intoned brightly. ‘I’m going to open it at random and just pass it across to you.’
‘Right Oh.’ Henry accepted the open book and began to read:
I’ve had Janice here for two nights in the hotel with me and she was satisfactory in bed on both occasions. Now she wants to stay another night, but I’m sending her packing. You can have too much of a good thing, and I h
