“Not a word. But he was furious. You stabbed money!”
Garstin smiled appreciatively. Raoul was pouring out the champagne. Garstin lifted his glass and set it down half empty.
“Had you told him—”
He paused.
“He knows everything you do is worth money, a lot of money.”
“He’s got the hairy heel. I always knew that. We’ll get to his secret yet, you and I between us.”
“I am not sure that I can stay over here very much longer, Dick. Paris is my home, and I can’t waste my money at Claridge’s for ever.”
“If you like I’ll pay the bill.”
She reddened.
“Do you really think that if I were to go he—Arabian—”