A taxi drew up outside.
“All right,” Emily said, picking up the Luger and putting it into her bag.
George stood up. “If you please…” he began and stopped.
They looked at him
“It’s my cat,” he said. “Could he be buried?”
Max nodded. “We’ll bury him,” he said, almost kindly.
George touched the bundle. He didn’t want to leave Leo like this, wrapped in a soiled bath-towel on a bar counter. Leo deserved something better than this, but there were other things to do. Besides, George was tired. He had no idea where to bury Leo. Cora must have felt the same way about Sydney. It was better, perhaps, to leave the cat in the hands of strangers.
A clock was striking eleven as they got into the taxi. Max and Emily sat on the turn-up seats. George, between the two Greeks, sat opposite them.
It did not take them long to reach Old Burlington Street.
“Shall I tell him to wait?” Max asked.