44
'Rene Lasalle is out,' Tweed said as he put down the phone in his bedroom at the Ritz. 'He left a message that he'd call as soon as he returns.'
'This is a lovely room,' Paula enthused, 'with a wonderful view out over the Place Vendome. It looks marvellous – especially as the day is so glorious.'
Tweed joined her, gazed at the famous column erected to Napoleon in the centre of the many-sided square. The superb architecture of the stone buildings enclosing the place had been cleaned. He had always thought this was the most magnificent square in the whole of Paris.'
'You'll never guess why Rene had to rush off,' he remarked.
'Tell me, then.'
'A bomb has exploded in a big department store. Quite a few casualties.'
'You mean the Americans are now turning their attentions to France? More work by the Executive Action Department?'
'No, I don't think so for a minute. The deputy of Rene's to whom I spoke said it's the work of Algerian extremists. The world is in a wild state.'
'So the Cold War is over and now we have an equally sinister Hot War? Worse, in a way, because it's so difficult to locate the fanatical killers.'
'I want to phone Monica later, maybe have a word with Howard. Meantime I feel like a full English breakfast. What about you?'
'I've got a void in my tummy. Full English will do me.'
Emerging from the lift at ground-floor level Newman, who had joined them, rubbed his hands in anticipation. He looked around as they walked to the dining room.
'You know something? I've learned to enjoy luxury. I even think I've earned it – when I think of some of the hovels I tried to sleep in overseas as a foreign correspondent.'
'The pack has followed us,' Paula whispered to Tweed.
Running down the stairs, with surprising agility for so big a man, was Ed Osborne. At the same moment, as they approached the entrance to the restaurant, Rupert came out with Basil Windermere. As they reached the couple Rupert had paused. He bowed with mock courtesy to Paula.
'We've beaten you to it. Early bird catches the worm.' 'I've no intention of trying to catch you,' she replied tartly.
'One in the eye for you, Rupert,' Basil commented.
Rupert gave Paula a venomous look. As the two men strolled on Newman caught Tweed's arm to get him to pause. No one else was about and he could hear what the two men were saying.
'I'm off out to get something from my car,' Basil said.
'And I,' Rupert said in a loud voice, glancing over his shoulder, 'am going to get a shower. It's fun to have company in a shower,' he went on, staring at Paula. 'Maybe you'd consider joining me sometime soon.'
As they continued strolling away Paula flushed. She gritted her teeth. Had Rupert been close enough she'd have slapped his face. Newman took her arm, guided her into the restaurant, followed by Tweed. with Howard. Meantime I feel like a full English breakfast. What about you?'
'I've got a void in my tummy. Full English will do me.'
Emerging from the lift at ground-floor level Newman, who had joined them, rubbed his hands in anticipation. He looked around as they walked to the dining room.
'You know something? I've learned to enjoy luxury. I even think I've earned it – when I think of some of the hovels I tried to sleep in overseas as a foreign correspondent.'
'The pack has followed us,' Paula whispered to Tweed.
Running down the stairs, with surprising agility for so big a man, was Ed Osborne. At the same moment, as they approached the entrance to the restaurant, Rupert came. out with Basil Windermere. As they reached the couple Rupert had paused. He bowed with mock courtesy to Paula.
'We've beaten you to it. Early bird catches the worm.' 'I've no intention of trying to catch you,' she replied tartly.
'One in the eye for you, Rupert,' Basil commented.
Rupert gave Paula a venomous look. As the two men strolled on Newman caught Tweed's arm to get him to pause. No one else was about and he could hear what the two men were saying.
'I'm off out to get something from my car,' Basil said.
'And I,' Rupert said in a loud voice, glancing over his shoulder, 'am going to get a shower. It's fun to have company in a shower,' he went on, staring at Paula. 'Maybe you'd consider joining me sometime soon.'
As they continued strolling away Paula flushed. She gritted her teeth. Had Rupert been close enough she'd have slapped his face. Newman took her arm, guided her into the restaurant, followed by Tweed.
'No point in exchanging more insults with such trash,' he advised her. 'And surprise, surprise, look who is here.'
Sharon sat at a large table by herself, breaking a croissant between her elegant hands. She waved to them, an invitation to share her table. Tweed walked to her table, waited for Paula and Newman to join him.
'Paula, do sit by me,' Sharon suggested. 'Gentlemen, choose your seats.'
'I thought you were going to say choose your weapons,' Newman joked.
'Are you following me, Bob?' Sharon enquired as Newman sat down. 'If so, I take that as a great compliment. Or maybe, Tweed, you are the one who is pursuing me?'
'That's right,' Tweed replied, glancing at the menu, 'divine inspiration told us you'd be staying here.'
'Is there anywhere else to stay in Paris?' she retorted.
'Mind if I join you folks?' a deep American voice rumbled. Ed Osborne had a hand on the back of an empty chair facing Tweed. 'Guess we're gettin' to be a family – the way we keep meetin' up.'
'You're welcome, of course, Ed,' Sharon replied unenthusiastically.
'Great. I'm a sociable guy. Like company. What are you guys havin' for breakfast?' he enquired.
'We're having the full English,' Tweed told him. 'Here's the waiter.'
'Guess I'll go along with that,' Osborne agreed.
After they had ordered Sharon concentrated her attention on Paula. Putting a shielding hand to her face, she raised her eyebrows and glanced to her left at Osborne, as much as to say 'Here we go again.' Instead she said something else.
'When I've finished breakfast I'm off to the hairdresser. They have a good one here.'
Paula looked at Sharon's blonde waves, sweeping down gracefully to her shoulders.
'You look as though you've just come from the hairdresser,' she remarked.
'That's the nicest thing anyone's. said to me for a while.' Sharon extended a hand across the table, clasped Paula's. 'Thank you. Tweed, why are you in Paris?' she asked suddenly.
'I'm investigating the probable murder of Denise Chatel's father and mother at a lonely bridge in the state of Virginia.'
Osborne spilt coffee from the cup he was holding on his napkin. A waiter hurried forward, checked to make sure no coffee had stained his smart beige suit. Presenting him with a fresh napkin the waiter took away the spoilt one.
Paula was stunned by Tweed's unusual candour. She stiffened but managed to avoid a startled expression.
'Murder?' Sharon looked puzzled 'I thought they died in a road accident.'
'You got something wrong there, brother,' said Osborne. 'It was an accident, according to the official report.'
'I have a witness who says otherwise,' Tweed told him.
'A witness?' Osborne was incredulous. 'Who is this so-called witness?'
'I don't think I can reveal a name at this stage.'
'This is Paris, France, not Virginia,' Osborne protested.
'The long arm of retribution sometimes stretches across continents.'
'I'm stupefied,' said Sharon. 'Stupefied and shaken. If you're right, does Denise know about this?'
