Boyd was nowhere in sight.
“Probably got fed up with waiting,” I remarked a little acidly.
“Oh no,” Lewis said pleasantly. “He never gets fed up. We’ll just wait a bit for him ourselves.”
We did for ten minutes. Lewis then stepped back into the shop and returned immediately.
“I’ve left a message for him,” he explained. “We can step along.”
We walked, far too rapidly for my leisurely tastes, to the underground, came out at Tottenham Court Road, and walked around to Lewis’s offices in Little Denmark Street. Lewis said nothing during our trip, and I eventually became a little uneasy, wondering if I should leave him. Not quite knowing the etiquette of the matter, I continued along.
Lewis’s office I found to be extremely non-committal. His secretary, a quiet chap who had lost a leg in the
