‘Fine. What about me coming with you?’
‘I think not, Tad. I think you had better stay here and be O.C. the Press. See that all these are inserted and pick up any answers.’
‘You’re the boss,’ Tad said in a resigned way. ‘But I sure would like to see Marseilles.’
‘It’s not a bit the way you picture it,’ Grant said, amused.
‘How do you know how I picture it?’
‘I can imagine.’
‘Oh, well, I suppose I can sit on a stool and look at Daphne. What funny names girls have in this neck of the woods. It’s a bit draughty, but I can count up the number of times people say thank-you for doing other people service.’
‘If it’s iniquity you’re looking for you’ll find as much on a Leicester Square pavement as you will on the Cannebière.’
‘Maybe, but I like my iniquity with some ooh-la-la in it.’
‘Hasn’t Daphne got any ooh-la-la?’