It didn't feel right, approaching the house by road, but then I hadn't supposed a man like Lamarr was up to the route on foot. We might easily have done it in an hour, taken the path across the hills, felt the wind on our faces, heard the sound of running water, but I'd taken one look at him in his pinstripe suit, and his leather soled shoes, and I hadn't even thought to suggest it.
He looked more or less like I'd imagined from our brief telephone conversation the week before, his voice slightly clipped and formal, a solicitor's voice, a pinstriped, three piece suit sort of voice:
"A delicate matter concerning your acquaintance with Mrs.
Pause. Clearing of throat; then measured tones, softly sympathetic, bad news to convey. I was to see him at my earliest convenience,.....