I had not the wit to think of an excuse. "All right " I said awkwardly and he held the door open for me. "I'd be very glad if you would " he amplified. "One doesn't get much opportunity of intelligent talk in this parish. " What the devil was he up to was my secret preoccupation. He fussed about me with a nervous hospitality talking in jumpy fragments rubbing his hands together and taking peeps at me over and round his glasses. As I sat down in his leather-covered armchair I had an odd memory of... read more
