“But we’ve made no arrangements.”
“I am listening, Mr. Dewson.”
Dewson felt that he was being hustled.
“Well, I’d planned it to start on Wednesday night. Brandon and Yvette—La Belle—are having supper at Varano’s. I’m there, too; but not at the same table. Press boys there, of course. You blow in, and say or do something which Brandon’s supposed to take as an insult.”
O’Hagan, his head attentively tilted, nodded. La Belle was watching him, now, fascinatedly.
“I shall observe your wishes implicitly, Mr. Dewson!”
“Bit of a scene. Cards exchanged. Pars in the press.”
“A proviso, sir. My name shall not be mentioned.”
“Not mentioned!”
“Let all the credit be Mr. Brandon’s. I remain anonymous.”