SUNDAY 4PM – COLIN FOSTERReally, what a palaver! Goodness only knows what motives Colette had for involving me in her strange contrivance. The young artist that she spoke to had familiar features but I'm certain that I haven't met him before. Perhaps he is just a local acquaintance of hers. It was certainly puzzling that she wanted Miss Rafiq removed from the exhibition hall without explanation. I do hope one shall get to the bottom of it later. Life is so very full of surprises.
Back in my room, I put the kettle on and remove these impossibly tight Oxford brogues, flexing my toes inside warm woollen socks. On my arrival back here, I found a small white envelope on the carpet, no doubt having been pushed under the door by the housekeeper whilst we were out at the art exhibition. The front
