French Exit
Malcolm was yet in his suite. He was speaking to Susan on the phone. “Let’s eat food, for lunch,” she said. “Can’t do that.” “Let’s drink a drink in a bar.” “No.” Recalling certain past behaviors, she deduced he was in the grips of the hotel unwellness. In a patient...
Undermajordomo Minor
Mr Olderglough was not an enthusiastic guide. “This is a room,” he said, pointing as they passed. “Not much use for it these days. Better not to go in at all, is my thought. And here, here too is a room, just a room, serving no purpose whatsoever.”
Undermajordomo Minor
Mr Olderglough stole a glance at the contents of Lucy’s valise. “Where is your day suit, boy?” “I haven’t one, sir.” “What – do you mean?” “I mean that I am not in possession of a day suit, sir.” “Well, what do you have in the way of evening attire, then?” “This is my...