Raven nodded. “I’ll be tryin’ in a few days,” he said.
Goshawk gave a little snigger. “I’d like to be there to see it,” he said. “Yeah, I certainly would like to be there to see it.”
Both men smiled. Both men had their own secret thoughts, only Raven knew what was in Goshawk’s mind.
It was only by exerting tremendous self−control that he didn’t smash his fist into Goshawk’s face there and then.
When Goshawk had gone he went to the window. He felt strangely excited. Marie Leroy was getting ready to go out. She was adjusting a little hat in front of her mirror.
He hesitated no longer. Crossing the room, he opened the door and went downstairs. In the street he took several deep breaths. It meant a lot to him after being cooped up in that one little room. Then he hurriedly walked to the end of the street.
A policeman came sauntering past him, and Raven felt a little tightness round his chest as he passed. The policeman took no notice of him and at the corner of the street Raven stopped and turned.
Marie Leroy had just come out of her house and was walking towards him. He liked the way she walked.
She took long, graceful steps and her body swung in harmony. He could see her breasts under the thin covering of her dress jerk a little as she moved. There was no doubt she was a honey all right.
He advanced towards her and as she drew level he raised his hat. The sun reflected on his pale silvery hair.