Spencer said with a chuckle. He took a long gulp from his bottle of beer and grinned. Charles looked up from the pasta sauce he was stirring and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Oh yeah? This sounds good. Tell.” “Well, there’s been this courier popping in for a couple of weeks. Malcolm,” Spencer explained. With a number of hours between the event and now he could put a far more humorous cast to the whole episode. And he enjoyed being able to tell the story to Charles, expecting to get a good laugh out of him from it. “It was him I went to the Gardens to meet last night,” Spencer continued, “to collect some paperwork from him. He wanted me to do his accounts. Anyway, so he comes in this morning, understandably pissed that I left him in the lurch yesterday and shoving his weight around. I was trying to calm him down and foist him on one of the other accountants when the guy grabs my arm. You’re going to think I’m crazy here. The guy sniffed me. Sniffed me. Can you believe it?
