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He
finished
punching
in
the
number
,
breathed
a
sigh
of
relief
when
somebody
answered
,
"
Ma
Maison
.
Can
I
help
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
A
table
for
three
,
for
tonight
.
I
think
I
booked
it
.
And
if
I
did
I
’
m
confirming
the
reservation
.
And
if
I
didn
’
t
,
I
wondered
if
I
could
book
it
.
Please
.
"
No
,
they
had
no
record
of
a
table
for
tonight
in
the
name
of
Mayhew
.
Or
Stockton
.
Or
Bartram
—
Jessica
’
s
surname
.
And
as
for
booking
a
table
.
.
.
It
wasn
’
t
the
words
that
Richard
found
so
unpleasant
:
it
was
the
tone
of
voice
in
which
the
information
was
transmitted
.
A
table
for
tonight
should
certainly
have
been
booked
years
before
—
perhaps
,
it
was
implied
,
by
Richard
’
s
parents
.
A
table
for
tonight
was
impossible
:
if
the
pope
,
the
prime
minister
,
and
the
president
of
France
arrived
this
evening
without
a
confirmed
reservation
,
even
they
would
be
turned
out
into
the
street
with
a
continental
jeer
.
"
But
it
’
s
for
my
fiancee
’
s
boss
.
I
know
I
should
have
phoned
before
.
There
are
only
three
of
us
,
can
’
t
you
please
.
.
.
"
They
had
put
down
the
phone
.
"
Richard
?
"
said
Sylvia
.
"
The
MD
’
s
waiting
.
"
"
Do
you
think
,
"
asked
Richard
,
"
they
’
d
give
me
a
table
if
I
phoned
back
and
offered
them
extra
money
?
"
In
her
dream
they
were
all
together
in
the
house
.
Her
parents
,
her
brother
,
her
baby
sister
.
They
were
standing
together
in
the
ballroom
,
staring
at
her
.
They
were
all
so
pale
,
so
grave
.
Portia
,
her
mother
,
touched
her
cheek
and
told
her
that
she
was
in
danger
.
In
her
dream
,
Door
laughed
,
and
said
she
knew
.
Her
mother
shook
her
head
:
no
,
no
—
now
she
was
in
danger
.
Now
.
Door
opened
her
eyes
.
The
door
was
opening
,
quietly
,
quietly
;
she
held
her
breath
.
Footsteps
,
quiet
on
the
stone
.
Perhaps
he
won
’
t
notice
me
,
she
thought
.
Perhaps
he
’
ll
go
away
.
And
then
she
thought
,
desperately
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
The
footsteps
hesitated
.
She
was
well
hidden
,
she
knew
,
under
a
pile
of
newspapers
and
rags
.
And
it
was
possible
that
the
intruder
meant
her
no
harm
.
Can
’
t
he
hear
my
heartbeat
?
she
thought
.
And
then
the
footsteps
came
closer
,
and
she
knew
what
she
had
to
do
,
and
it
scared
her
.
A
hand
pulled
the
covers
off
her
,
and
she
looked
up
into
a
blank
,
utterly
hairless
face
,
which
creased
into
a
vicious
smile
.
She
rolled
,
then
,
and
twisted
,
and
the
knife
blade
,
aimed
at
her
chest
,
caught
her
in
the
upper
arm
.
