“Helen’s found out about us, hasn’t she?”Rupert’s eyes narrowed. “I’m still here,” she seemed to say. “That’s Belgravia,” said Rupert. “You got a pain?”She nodded.
“And for God’s sake hide Private Eye,” she went on. There were dead flowers, the skeleton of a three-month-old fire, coffee cups and dog and cat plates. That’s when the trouble’s going to start. Another beautiful dark-haired girl was sitting on Rupert’s knee, wearing one of his striped shirts and nothing else.
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