There was a curious, persecuted little half-smile on her lips. He realized suddenly that he was on the verge of losing his temper.
She rose to her feet and stood in front of him smoothing down her dress. “Is there anything else you would like to know?” she asked calmly.
“I don’t think so, thank you.” He stood up. “It was very kind of you to come along, Miss Kolin. I’m not sure yet when I shall be leaving Paris. I’ll get in touch with you as soon as I know.”
“Of course.” She picked up her bag. “Good-bye, Mr. Carey.” “Good afternoon, Miss Kolin.”
With a nod she went.
For a moment he looked down at the cigarette she had stubbed out and the lipstick on it; then he went to the lift and was taken up to his room.
He telephoned the Embassy man immediately.
“I’ve just seen Miss Kolin,” he said.
“Good. All fixed up?”
“No, not all fixed up. Look, Don, isn’t there somebody else I can get?”