It was bizarre, and yet....
"She doesn't want me to go back to the Privy Council does she?"
"It is not for me to say. She requests only a meeting at the Savoy."
"When?"
"Tomorrow in the Grill at nine o'clock in the forenoon.. She will offer you a $16 glass of orange juice and ask if you can get her some raw seal."
"I've worked for that woman. I'll know her when I see her."
"Then I need say no more." He lurched into the night, leaving a faint aroma of cod.
I considered leaving immediately for a warmer climate, but thought the present opportunity too good to pass up. What could possibly go wrong?
