she said before anyone else could get a spin on the ball.There was a universal groan.“No more hands on shoulders!” Donny cried.“Tch, of course not! I mean in the dark corners on the way to the toilets, inside the toilets themselves,” Delia said.“We’ve spent loads of time on that,” Buzz said.“Well, I’m not convinced we’ve spent sufficient. Are we absolutely positive that no one met someone else going to or from? Not necessarily off the high table — the C.U.P. table people, for instance. How do we know we’ve eliminated every and all possibilities?”“You’re right, Delia,” Carmine said. “We can’t know, and we never will know. If by this time people haven’t come forward to tell us that they met X or Y on a bathroom run, then they never will. The C.U.P. banquet is a leaky sieve, and the Tunbull dinner an exact opposite. No one left Max’s study, even on the shortest bathroom run, after the men went in and Max shut the door. All the men swear it, and I believe them.”“I’m seeing Max Tunbull this morning,”
