“Is that a smile I spy reflected in the window glass? Does the noble and impassive Mortimer Headlock know the pleasure of humour?”
“Grace. Or should I say, Miss Grace?” Mortimer Headlock neither confirmed Grace’s assumptions nor shifted in the solidarity of his stance. Neither did he remove the smile that played across his handsome features.
“Ah, so you know me,” whispered Grace as the viewing area came alive with the sounds of bustling passengers.
“I know everyone, my dear. And everything about everyone,” he added in a very matter-of-fact way.
“Do you not think it odd for both my fore and surname to be identical?”
“Grace Elizabeth Constance Grace, I think it a most striking name, a most unforgettable combination.”
“You do!” exclaimed the emerald-eyed beauty. “Most people thought pap
