Chapter Eleven
On their return they found Antonin waiting to talk with Martha.
“Alone,” he stipulated. “If you please.”
He glanced at Fred. “I have just given Mr McCall an order for several thousand francs. I am opening another boutique in Orléans.”
“That’s good,” Martha answered a little apprehensive.
“I mentioned to Fred that I would like you to do the opening.”
“Is your car outside, Antonin?”
He nodded.
“Would you take me to lunch? I feel peckish. Who knows I might get very hungry indeed if this is not nipped in the bud.”
“But of course.” Picking up his hat he stood.
“First I should shower and change my clothes. I feel quite grubby from my early morning exertions. Come we can talk in the bathroom.”
Fred objected when he saw where the pair headed. “I don’t think that is quite
