9
THE NIGHT OF THE BALL
‘He did what? The young i***t!’
‘Naturally, he was anxious not to jeopardise your financial prospects if the marina project proved satisfactory, sir,’ Algy reminded him consolingly.
‘Oh, I suppose not. But where does that leave me – still under an obligation to that blasted Fox Cuddles woman. I can’t satisfy both of them at the same time. The whole thing’s intolerable. Don’t just stand there – think of something.’
‘If you would leave me to handle the negotiations, sir, I think I might be able to find a way out of the dilemma,’ offered Algy hopefully, doing his best to strike a note of cautious optimism.
‘I damn well hope so. Carry on, Frobisher, and don’t spend too much time over it. Any moment now that blasted woman will ring me up to fix a date, knowing her.
