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At ten-thirty there was a knock on the door and a waiter wheeled in a bottle of Kauffman Vintage Vodka immersed in ice. A card around the neck of the bottle simply read “gift”.
The concierge called up to his room some ten minutes later, asking him if he knew a woman named AG. Tom paused for a moment and asked the concierge what the woman was wearing. He replied that she was wearing a fur coat which, to his trained eye, looked like fox and was undoubtedly real. The concierge added that the woman did not want to go via reception so, if Mr Stiles was happy for her to come up, he would bring her himself.
“It would be my honour to be in her divine company for another few minutes,” the concierge said.
When Anna entered the room her fox fur coat dropped to the floor, revealing a black sati
