CHAPTER NINE“Well, folks!” General Klovis raised his glass. “Here’s to our continued understanding!”
Ten people drank the toast with various degrees of appreciation. Gloria made a face as she swallowed the spirit and Macdonald smiled at her.
“Just go through the motions,” he whispered. “You don’t have to drink the stuff.”
“I know but I need it. How much longer is this going on?”
“Not too long, I hope.” He hesitated. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Be gracious now, we have to be polite.”
Lord Severn needed no such urging. He smiled as he set down his glass. “Surely, General, there is no fear that we shall ever be other than the best of friends?” He neither waited for nor expected an answer. “Rather good bourbon this.”
“Each man to his taste,” said Macdonald evenly. He sippe
