Chapter 26I rise late on Monday and I'm still not dressed when I telephone the office at opening time to ask Paul to keep an eye on things. After explaining that I'll be driving to Cadaqués to try to trace Antonia Gonzales, and saying that I probably won't be back before close of business, I tell him he can have Wednesday afternoon off so he can attend a car club meeting with Monsieur Claude. It's a peace offering for leaving him in the lurch on the busiest day of the week. I can hear Patricia singing in the kitchen, some repetitive children's song about a dog. Every so often she replaces the word `dog' with the name `Ollee' and he barks.
I'm looking forward to driving the coastal road to Cadaqués. If ever there was a day for having an open-topped car, this is it. The narrow, winding road
