Chapter 49

“Let’s fix the day,” said the imperturbable Barnett. “To-day is Tuesday. Will next Tuesday be satisfactory?” Olga’s eyes widened, and widened yet again. She could not make Barnett out a bit. Suddenly she began to rock with mirth. “You are a one, I must say! Where did you pick it up, Béchoux? Out of the asylum? I must say your friend’s got a nerve. In a week, he says, cool as you please. You might think the bed was in his pocket! You’ve got another thing coming if you fancy I’m going to waste my time with two mutts …