Chapter Five
The dining-room was a rather grand affair, with panelled walls and rich damask curtains. I was seated between Rosamund and Gwen MacMurray—a ticklish prospect that required all my powers of concentration, especially since it became evident as early as the soup course that Gwen was determined that I should devote all my attention to her rather than Rosamund and Rosamund was equally determined that I should devote all my attention to her. Bobs, meanwhile, sat opposite, with a perfectly straight face, belied by a wicked gleam in his eye and did his best to stir things up as much as possible. By the time the fish arrived, the two ladies were becoming quite heated and Bobs was struggling to maintain his composure, but fortunately we were all rescued by Angela Marchmont, who address
