'Name?
'Jane Grimes.
'Who sent you to me?
'The gentleman at Cardiff. He gave me this to give you. She produced a crumpled envelope and handed it across the table. Margot read the note. 'Yes, I see. So you're new to the business, Jane?
'Like a babe unborn, mum.
'But you married?
'Yes, mum, but it was in the war, and he was very drunk.
'Where's your husband?
'Dead, so they do say.
'That's excellent, Jane. You're just the sort we want. How soon can you sail?