THIRTY
I was in business again! The following morning after my adventures with the Horsefield family, I was visited by a new client. Time was when such a small, rather sordid case of suspected a******y would have seemed small beer and depressed me, but after the several empty ‘feeling sorry for myself’ months, to get a regular client seemed wonderful. Normality seemed to be rearing its head again. It was a remarkable feeling and I am sure Max would have been pleased for me. I blew a kiss to her picture on my desk.
I was just lighting a celebratory cigarette when the telephone rang. Wow, I thought, not another client? I was wrong.
It was David Llewellyn.
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I met him in The Guardsman at noon and we secured one of the little private booths at the rear of the saloon bar. Here, away
