“We will be right here. And when you come out, just keep walking straight ahead as if you don’t know us.”
“Okey, here goes.”
Ken walked off and came to the store. He hesitated, looked around, pretending that he was not certain it was the right place. He entered. He noticed that a middle-aged woman was alone in the store. She came out from behind the counter and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Er—excuse me,” he said, “but I am looking for a tall, dark man. I was told that he lives in this neighborhood somewhere.”
“I know a tall, dark man,” she answered, speaking softly. “What is it you want him for, may I ask?”
“I was told he was a carpenter and looking for work and—”
“It couldn’t be Mr. Grey. He is not a carpenter. You couldn’t mean him.”
“No, I guess not. Thank you.”
“It’s quite all right.”