“Eh? Oh, yes, of course. Sorry. I had a fifty percent chance of getting it right, I suppose.” Bailey took the hand that was now being thrust in her direction and held it as she brought herself to her feet.
“Do come on through,” Dakin continued. “You will have some tea, won’t you? Millie, could you organise us some tea? Thank you so much. Or coffee. Would you prefer coffee, perhaps?”
“Tea will be fine,” Bailey responded.
Dakin turned and headed down the corridor at the same high speed with which he arrived. Bailey followed him, having to lengthen her stride to keep up. Goff hung behind, turned to Millie and mouthed a silent “coffee” while tapping himself on the chest, before following.
Dakin’s office was like Dakin — exquisitely well presented. The desk was large and made of an expensiv
