“And I never dreamt you’d be worthy of such a distinction,” growled Jack. “And in five years’ time you’ll be saying, ‘Why on earth did I make such a fuss about being asked to a skimpy meal by that punk director Knebworth?’ ”
He put his hand on her shoulder and led her into the room, and then for the first time she saw Michael, and that young man had a momentary sense of dismay when he saw her face drop. It was only for a second, and, as if reading his thoughts, she explained her sudden change of mien.
“I thought we were going to talk nothing but pictures and pictures!” she said.
“So you shall,” said Michael. “I’m the best listener on earth, and the first person to mention murder will be thrown out of the window.”
“Then I’ll prepare for the flight!” she said good-humouredly. “For I’m go
