“Not exactly trouble. Nothing unusual, I mean. It’s been going on for a long time.”
“They’re not after you, then?”
“Oh, no. No one’s after me.”
The porter’s expression showed both disappointment and relief.
“Is it far to Putney?” asked René.
“It’s where the boat-race is,” said the porter. “I been there. An hour in a bus or train.”
“I mean—to walk. I’d like to walk. To see London. I’ve never seen it, you know.”
“It’d be Fulham Road, I fancy, though I don’t know those parts well. Friends at Putney?”
“Someone I know there.”