“Where to?”
“Around,” Frankie said. “Just around. And back where we picked you up. Just so you won’t come back without being invited. The King don’t like visitors.”
Chapter seven
Simon had cocktails already ordered when Monica Varing came into the Buttery at noon the next day. She was the most punctual woman he had ever met. He had discovered that you could set a clock by her, and it amused him to have the drinks arriving, freshly chilled, at the very moment she walked in.
“Well,” he said as she sat down while their hands still held, “I am fraternally yours as of last night.”
Her beautifully drawn eyebrows rose.
“What have I done?”
“A figure of speech,” he explained hastily. “I don’t feel at all fraternal. But I am now an accredited member of your fraternity of beggars. I even had an audience with the King.”
“Tell me everything.”
The Saint told her.