CHAPTER EIGHTAsh passed Carrington’s suite and turned down the side corridor to his own office. Pleased, as he opened the door and his secretary looked up, to see that no one was waiting for him.
“How was New London?” she asked.
“Interesting. Discovered several fascinating things about Madame Amadoro.” He passed her desk, heading for the inner door. “Tell Mandy I’m back.”
“She was looking for you earlier.”
“Want to pin down on paper what I’ve learned while it’s fresh in my head.” He grasped the knob of the door and turned it. “Don’t put any calls through.”
“There’s been a man asking for you. Phoned three times.”
“Name?”
“Wouldn’t give it. I asked each time and he said it’s a personal matter. That you know him. He has a foreign accent. French, I think.”
“If he calls again, let me ta
