I kicked one of the parcels lying beside my feet.
He pulled another copy out of the bundle that had already been rifled and tossed it over to me. I caught it awkwardly. ‘With the middleman’s compliments,’ he said. ‘It’ll go very nicely on your bookshelf – beside Trend.’
It was a very small gesture, but like all Piers’s small gestures it carried a significance with it. I wondered just what the significance was.
‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘They’re both honest jobs.’
Piers laughed. ‘I always like the expressions you use, Tennyson. By the way, I’d like you to meet me with the car to-day. There’s something I’m picking up.’
I was finding his obliqueness more irritating than usual. I nodded towards the stairs.
‘Does Blodwen know about it yet?’
‘No, not yet.’ He looked at his own hands with secret, smiling thoughtfulness. ‘I like preparing little surprises for people.’