Twelve Red Herrings Part 28

Anna gave him a smile that I hadn't seen until that moment.

"h.e.l.lo, Jonathan," she said. "This is Michael Whitaker.

You're lucky - he bought your ticket, and if you hadn't turned upI was just about to accept his kind invitation to dinner. Michael, this is my brother, Jonathan - the one who was held up at the hospital.

As you can see, he's now escaped." I couldn't think of a suitable reply.

Jonathan shook me warmly by the hand. "Thank you for keeping my sister company," he said. "Won't you join us for dinner?"

"That's kind of you," I replied, 'but I've just remembered that I'm meant to be somewhere else right now. I'd better ... ' "You're not meant be anywhere else right now," interrupted Anna, giving me the same smile. "Don't be so feeble." She linked her arm in mine. "In any case, we'd both like you to join us."

"Thank you," I said.

"There's a restaurant just down the road that I've been told is rather good," said Jonathan, as the three of us began walking off in the direction of the Strand.

"Great. I'm famished," said Anna.

"So, tell me all about the play," Jonathan said as Anna linked her other arm in his.

"Every bit as good as the critics promised," said Anna.

"You were unlucky to miss it," I said.

"But I'm rather glad you did," said Anna as we reached thecorner of the Strand.

"I think that's the place I'm looking for," said Jonathan, pointing to a large grey double door on the far side of the road. The three of us weaved our way through the temporarily stationary traffic.

Once we reached the other side of the road Jonathan pushed open one of the grey doors to allow us through. It started to rain just as we stepped inside. He led Anna and me down a flight of stairs into a bas.e.m.e.nt restaurant buzzing with the talk of people who had just come out of theatres, and waiters das.h.i.+ng, plates in both hands, from table to table.

"I'll be impressed if you can get a table here," Anna said to her brother, eyeing a group of would-be customers who were cl.u.s.tered round the bar, impatiently waiting for someone to leave.

"You should have booked," she added as he began waving at the head waiter, who was fully occupied taking a customer's order.

I remained a yard or two behind them, and as Mario came across, I put a finger to my lips and nodded to him.

"I don't suppose you have a table for three?" asked Jonathan.

"Yes, of course, sir. Please follow me," said Mario, leading us to a quiet table in the corner of the room. "That was a bit of luck,'

said Jonathan."It certainly was," Anna agreed. Jonathan suggested that I take the far chair, so his sister could sit between us.

Once we had settled, Jonathan asked what I would like to drink.

"How about you?" I said, turning to Anna. "Aother dry martini ?'

Jonathan looked surprised. "You haven't had a dry martini since ..

." Anna scowled at him and said quickly, "I'll just have a gla.s.s of wine with the meal." Since when? I wondered, but only said, "I'll have the same." Mario reappeared, and handed us our menus.

Jonathan and Anna studied theirs in silence for some time before Jonathan asked, "Any ideas?"

"It all looks so tempting," Anna said. "But I think I'll settle for the fettucini and a gla.s.s of red wine."

"What about a starter?" asked Jonathan.

"No. I'm on first call tomorrow, if you remember - unless of course you're volunteering to take my place."

"Not after what I've been through this evening, Pipsqueak. I'd rather go without a starter too,'

he said. "How about you, Michael? Don't let our domestic problems get in your way."

"Fettucini and a gla.s.s of red wine would suit me just fine."

"Three fettucini and a bottle of your best Chianti," said Jonathan when Mario returned.Anna leaned over to me and whispered conspiratorially, "It's the only Italian wine he can p.r.o.nounce correctly."

"What would have happened if we'd chosen fish?" I asked her.

"He's also heard of Frascati, but he's never quite sure what he's meant to do when someone orders duck."

"What are you two whispering about?" asked Jonathan as he handed his menu back to Mario.

"I was asking your sister about the third partner in the practice."

"Not bad, Michael," Anna said. "You should have gone into politics."

"My wife, Elizabeth, is the third partner," Jonathan said, unaware of what Anna had been getting at. "She, poor darling, is on call tonight."

"You note, two women and one man," said Anna as the wine waiter appeared by Jonathan's side.

"Yes. There used to be four of us," said Jonathan, without explanation. He studied the label on the bottle before nodding sagely.

"You're not fooling anyone, Jonathan. Michael has already worked out that you're no sommelier," said Anna, sounding as if she was trying to change the subject. The waiter extracted the cork and poured a little wine into Jonathan's gla.s.s for him to taste.

"So, what do you do, Michael?" asked Jonathan after he had given a second nod to the wine waiter. "Don't tell me you're adoctor, because I'm not looking for another man to join the practice."

"No, he's in the restaurant business," said Anna, as three bowls of fettucini were placed in front of us.

"I see. You two obviously swapped life histories during the interval," said Jonathan. "But what does being "in the restaurant business" actually mean ?"

"I'm on the management side," I explained.

"Or at least, that's what I do nowadays. I started life as a waiter, then I moved into the kitchens for about five years, and finally ended up in management. ' "But what does a restaurant manager actually do?'

asked Anna.

"Obviously the interval wasn't long enough for you to go into any great detail," said Jonathan as he jabbed his fork into some fettucini.

"Well, at the moment I'm running three restaurants in the West End, which means I never stop das.h.i.+ng from one to the other, depending on which is facing the biggest crisis on that particular day."

"Sounds a bit like ward duty to me," said Anna. "So who turned out to have the biggest crisis today?"

"Today, thank heaven, was not typical," I said with feeling.

"That bad?" said Jonathan."Yes, I'm afraid so. We lost a chef this morning who cut off the top of his finger, and won't be back at work for at least a fortnight. My head waiter in our second restaurant is off, claiming he has 'flu, and I've just had to sack the harman in the third for fiddling the books. Barmen always fiddle the books, of course, but in this case even the customers began to notice what he was up to." I paused. "But I still wouldn't want to be in any other ...

' A shrill ring interrupted me. I couldn't tell where the sound was coming from until Jonathan removed a tiny cellular phone from his jacket pocket.

"Sorry about this," he said. "Hazard of the job." He pressed a b.u.t.ton and put the phone to his ear. He listened for a few seconds, and a frown appeared on his face. "Yes, I suppose so. I'll be there as quickly as I can." He flicked the phone closed and put it back into his pocket.

"Sorry," he repeated. "One of my patients has chosen this particular mment to have a relapse. I'm. afraid I'm going to have to leave you." He stood up and turned to his sister. "How will you get home, Pipsqueak?"

"I'm a big girl now," said Anna, 'so I'll just look around for one of those black objects on four wheels with a sign on the top that reads T-A-X-I, and then I'll wave at it."

"Don't worry, Jonathan," I said. "I'll drive her home.""That's very kind of you,'

said Jonathan, 'because if it's still pouring by the time you leave, she may not be able to find one of those black objects to wave at."

"In any case, it's the least I can do, after I ended up getting your ticket, your dinner and your sister."

"Fair exchange," said Jonathan as Mario came rus.h.i.+ng up.

"Is everything all right, sir?" he asked.

"No, it isn't. I'm on call, and have to go." He handed over an American Express card. "If you'd be kind enough to put this through your machine, I'll sign for it and you can fill in the amount later.

And please add fifteen per cent."

"Thank you, sir," said Mario, and rushed away.

"Hope to see you again," said Jonathan. I rose to shake him by the hand.

"I hope so too," I said.

Jonathan left us, headed for the bar and signed a slip of paper.

Mario handed him back his American Express card.

As Anna waved to her brother, I looked towards the bar and shook my head slightly. Mario tore up the little slip of paper and dropped the pieces into a waste-paper basket."It hasn't been a wonderful day for Jonathan, either,"

said Anna, turning back to face me. "And what with your problems, I'm amazed you were able to take the evening off."

"I shouldn't have, really, and wouldn't have, except ... ' I trailed off as I leaned over and topped up Anna's gla.s.s.

"Except what?" she asked.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" I asked as I poured the remains of the wine into my own gla.s.s.

"I'll try that for starters," she said.

I placed the empty bottle on the side of the table, and hesitated, but only for a moment. "I was driving to one of my restaurants earlier this evening, when I spotted you going into the theatre.

I stared at you for so long that I nearly crashed into the back of the car in front of me. Then I swerved across the road into the nearest parking s.p.a.ce, and the car behind almost crashed into me.

I leapt out, ran all the way to the theatre, and searched everywhere until I saw you standing in the queue for the box office.

I joined the line and watched you hand over your spare ticket.

Once you were safely out of sight, I told the box office manager that you hadn't expected me to make it in time, and that you might have put my ticket up for resale. After I'd described you,which I was able to do in great detail, he handed it over without so much as a murmur.'

Anna put down her gla.s.s of wine and stared across at me with a look of incredulity. "I'm glad he fell for your story," she said.

"But should I?'

"Yes, you should. Because then I put two ten-pound notes into a theatre envelope and took the place next to you," I continued.

"The rest you already know." I waited to see how she would react.

She didn't speak for some time.

"I'm flattered," she said eventually. "I didn't realise there were any old-fas.h.i.+oned romantics left in the world." She lowered her head slightly. "Am I allowed to ask what you have planned for the rest of the evening?"

"Nothing has been planned so far," I admitted. "Which is why it's all been so refres.h.i.+ng."

"You make me sound like an After Eight mint," said Anna with a laugh.

"I can think of at least three replies to that," I told her as Mario reappeared, looking a little disappointed at the sight of the half-empty plates.

"Is everything all right, sir?" he asked, sounding anxious.

"Couldn't have been better," said Anna, who hadn't stopped lookingat me.

"Would you like a coffee, madam ?" Mario asked her.

"No, thank you," said Anna firmly. "We have to go in search of a marooned car."

"Heaven knows if it will still be there after all this time," I said as she rose from her place.

I took Anna's hand, led her towards the entrance, back up the stairs and out onto the street. Then I began to retrace my steps to the spot where I'd abandoned my car. As we strolled up the Aldwych and chatted away, I felt as if I was with an old friend.

"You don't have to give me a lift, Michael," Anna was saying.

"It's probably miles out of your way, and in any case it's stopped raining, so I'll just hail a taxi."

"I want to give you a lift," I told her. "That way I'll have your company for a little longer." She smiled as we reached a distressingly large s.p.a.ce where I had left the car.

"d.a.m.n," I said. I quickly checked up and down the road, and returned to find Anna laughing.

"Is this another of your schemes to have more of my company?" she teased. She opened her bag and took out a mobile phone, dialled 999, and pa.s.sed it over to me.