Gallery Whispers

102

'Where have you been?' Sarah looked at him appraisingly as he stepped carefully across the threshold. At the same time she noted the police car's tail lights, which were disappearing down their driveway.

'And why did you have a driver?' she asked, suspicious of his deliberate gait. 'Have you been celebrating your victory over the Forces of Darkness by hob-nobbing with the great and the good?'

'Leaving aside my concussive injury,' he said, with equal care, tapping his forehead but feeling nothing, 'I have to tell you that the real Forces of Darkness are bastards and cannot be swept aside by a few rounds from a Browning.

'That said, I have indeed been hob-nobbing with the great and the good. Drinking many toasts to them, in fact… to two of the finest and best people I have ever met.'