The Deadly Dance - M. C. Beaton [59]
“Nonsense. The police have checked on him thoroughly. He’s got a cast-iron alibi. And he tried to kiss me.”
“We’ll see.”
TEN
AGATHA had forgotten that Roy Silver only dressed conventionally when he was working for some of his stuffier clients. So she was taken aback when he appeared in her living room, ready to go out, dressed in a black-and-white horizontally striped T-shirt and tight-fitting black trousers and with a red scarf knotted at his neck.
“Are you going like that?” she asked.
“What’s up with it? You said we were going to a French restaurant, so I’m looking French.”
“It’s a comic-book idea of a Frenchman. What do you wear when you’re going to a Chinese restaurant? A lampshade hat and a pigtail? Oh, come on, then. We’re going to be late.”
“What’s the food like at this place?” asked Roy as he slid into the passenger seat. He had added a long black cloak to hisensemble. How did he get all that into a travel bag? wondered Agatha.
“Not very good,” she said, letting in the clutch. “Don’t order the duck. It’s like rubber. Arid forget ordering a salad. It’s mostly rocket.”
“I like rocket.”
“Then you’ll be all right. It comes with everything.”
“You’re all glammed up,” said Roy. “If the neckline of that dress was any lower, the police would have you for indecent exposure.”
“I am perfectly respectable,” protested Agatha, but before they got out of the car, she gave her neckline a surreptitious hitch upwards.
Jeremy was already there. An amused smile twitched his lips when he saw Roy. Agatha was just sitting down when she spotted Charles and a girl with a lot of brown curly hair sitting at a table at the other side of the restaurant.
“Good heavens,” said Charles. “It’s Agatha.”
“Agatha who?” asked Elaine. “You mean the old bird flashing her boobs?”
“She’s not that much older than me,” said Charles defensively. “Let’s go over and say hullo.”
“Must we?”
“Only take a minute.”
They walked over and Charles made the introductions. Agatha introduced Jeremy. “Where have you been, Charles?” asked Agatha in what Elaine thought was a proprietorial tone.
Elaine put her arm through Charles’s. “I’ve been keeping him busy.” And she let out her great braying laugh while Charles flinched.
“I’ll be over tomorrow,” said Charles. “We’ll catch up on things then. Will you be in the office?” “Yes, from nine o’clock on.”
“See you then. Goodbye, Jeremy. Nice to meet you.” And then Charles said something in rapid French. Jeremy smiled and nodded. “What did he say?” asked Agatha.
“Blessed if I know. His French is atrocious. Now, what would you like to eat?”
Roy had no appreciation of good food and so he enjoyed the meal simply because the ambience pleased him: the candle-light, the attentive waiters, and the very high prices.
Jeremy began to ask about how Agatha was proceeding with the case and had the police found out the identity of the dead man. Agatha lied and shook her head and lied again. But she did tell him about the arrest of Mark Goddham, knowing it would be in the papers in the morning. Then she added on impulse, “I can’t talk about the case, Jeremy, really. The police have asked me not to. But I can tell you, I think I’m near a solution.”
Roy chattered about his work in London and told several amusing stories. Occasionally they could hear the bray of Elaine’s laughter sounding across the room. “Would you listen to her,” complained Roy. “What’s she eating? Oats?”
Agatha felt that twinge at her hip again as she rose from the table. She felt suddenly old. Elaine might have a dreadful laugh, but she was young. What if Charles married her? What would happen when she got older and the few friends she had faded away?
Outside the restaurant, Jeremy said to Roy, “You obviously know Agatha well.”
Roy smirked. “We’re terribly close,” he said.
Jeremy laughed. “Oh, Agatha, and I thought that stunning dress was all for me.”
“Roy is just a friend,” snapped Agatha. She was furious with Roy. What if Jeremy’s attempt at a new relationship