The List of Adrian Messenger Page #5

It was perhaps like this.

Messenger...

Now, listen to me.

Messenger...

Too deep.

Too precise the pronunciation.

Messenger.

Messenger.

That's it.

Completely.

Back you go,

into the drink.

Stop me if you hear me say

anything wrong. A word, anything.

Okay.

Messenger...

Messenger...

Got me too.

Tell Jocelyn.

Got me too.

Tell Jocelyn.

Photograph.

George.

MS.

Photograph George.

MS.

George.

MS.

Well?

It is just as l have

told you. Exactly.

Not quite.

Phonetics again.

What l said was,

''Photograph George''.

''MS''.

What is this ''MS''?

Its an abbreviation for manuscript.

What he was saying was, ''there's a

photo of George in his manuscript.''

Let's go. We will visit

the residence of Mr. Messenger.

When you count yourself in,

you really mean in, don't you?

Come on.

-You startled me.

-Im sorry.

-Who are you?

-Im Mr. Pythian. l live below.

Poor Mr. Messenger's cat was

meowing so pitifully. Probably hungry.

l stopped in to feed her.

l promised Mr. Messenger l would.

She's already had three saucers

of warm milk, haven't you, puss.

-You're very kind.

-Not in the least. Poor Mr. Messenger.

What a tragic loss.

He was such a polite man. We only had

a passing acquaintance on the stairs.

Im his cousin.

My deepest sympathy.

Tell me.

What's to become of little puss?

Ill take her.

You are a cat lover, of course.

One knows instantly,

there's an immediate affinity.

Two things that are equal to

a third are equal to each other.

Whoever loves cats, etc.

you get my point.

-Yes.

-l guess l better be going.

-Good night, Mr. Pythian.

-Good night to you, and puss.

-Thanks again.

-Not at all.

Taxi!

Fulham Road.

Jocelyn, what brings you here?

l promised Adrian to look

after Omar while he was away.

It is Mr. LeBorg, isn't it?

The wine speed up my recovery,

Madame.

And the oysters.

More brawn than brains,

if he'll forgive me saying it.

We thought we'd have a look at

that unfinished book of Adrian's.

In his desk.

Center drawer.

Why?

l don't know.

Im hoping Adrian can tell us.

Any Georges?

Im afraid this is going

to take much of the night.

Ill make some coffee.

Come in.

Thank you.

Your husband will not be

alarmed that you are not at home?

My husband's dead.

He was killed in Korea with

the Gloucesters.

And you are a widow all this time?

Yes.

Appalling.

-l beg your pardon?

-Im a Frenchman. l abhor waste.

l don't understand.

You are a woman of great beauty.

You should be making happy some man.

And yourself, too.

Living alone is for

the very young and the very old.

-Im quite happy.

-No, Madame, you are not.

You should be making fine children.

-l have a son.

-No protests, Madame.

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