She didn’t like it “You might tell the police. We are not criminals, but we have a right to our secrets, and the police could make it very difficult.”
“Bosh. You can’t have everything. You can’t have me both a Communist agent and a police informer; I’m not a chameleon. You’re making it a travesty, and you might as well go. I’ll manage without you.”
She studied him. “All right. Ask me.”
“Eat something first. That food is still palatable.”
“No, thank you.”
“Beer, then? A glass of wine? Whisky?”
“No, thank you. Nothing.”
“I’m thirsty. Archie? Beer, please. Two bottles.”
I went to the kitchen for it.