There was something insidious in the quiet almost whispered reply and Sheena, hating the greed in his eyes and the sudden craftiness about his mouth, replied,
“How much do I owe you for the coffee?”
He asked double what she felt he would have asked her had she not held what appeared to him a small fortune in her hand. She paid without argument, giving him a small tip and turning resolutely towards the flower shop.
As she went, she heard his voice saying,
“Bon chance, mam’selle!”
She knew that he was suspecting her of keeping the money for herself. Because his suspicions made her also suspicious of other people, she slipped the notecase into the pocket of her coat before she went into the shop.
“Would you mind telling me the name of the lady with the red hat who has just bought a bunc
