‘She seemed preoccupied. Still trying to think of a way of getting her hands on Robert, perhaps.’ He sneezed. ‘Dreadful pong in here, Ellis. She certainly puts on enough perfume.’‘It’s not just perfume, sir.’ Pooley prided himself on his discriminating sense of smell. ‘It’s the additional smells from all those cosmetics, not to speak of the hair spray.’‘Well, I hope our next client doesn’t think we’re generating them. Ask for Ahmed, Ellis, will you?’It was an unwise move, for Ahmed also moved in a cloud of perfume — one of the macho brands, the sufferers assumed. He confirmed having had a brief conversation with Ned. ‘He is old,’ he said helpfully.‘What did you talk about?’‘My family. I tell him I am brince.’ He waved his hand in a lordly fashion and the stones glittered in the evening sunlight.‘Brince?’ Milton was momentarily mystified. ‘Oh, I beg your pardon. You are a prince?’‘I am.’ Ahmed nodded. ‘I am brince of the royal house of Saud.
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