"Looks more like a place to have your appendix out than to put roast beef into you," Williams observed.
But Grant said nothing.
Lydia came in, smiling, her bracelets jangling and her beads clashing.
"I'm sorry I couldn't take you upstairs, my dear Leo person, but I have some clients who mightn't understand that this is just a friendly visit."
"So you knew who I was, at Marta's?"
"Of course. You don't flatter my powers of divination, my dear Mr. Grant. Won't you present your friend?"
"This is Sergeant Williams."
She looked faintly disconcerted, Grant thought, but managed to be gracious to the sergeant. Then she saw what was under Williams's arm.
"What are you doing with my coat?" she asked sharply.
"Then it is your coat? The one in the locker of the boat?"