she retracted her claws, and backed with it to the far corner of her stall, giving me a chummy growl that dared me to come after her and try to retrieve it.
âI wouldnât dream of it,â I told her. âLadies first. Motherhood must be served â and all that sort of thing.â
Helena Keswick watched us both with amusement. Mother Brown paused and raked a bit of fried onion off the hamburger.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âIâd have told them to hold the onion, if Iâd known. Is the ketchup all right?â
Helena Keswick laughed out loud. I began to feel that the hamburger might be considered an investment in good will â as well as being eligible for the Expense Account. âYou wouldnât,â I offered it to her, âcare for a slightly used bun, would you?â
âItâs amazing,â she chortled. âI canât believe it didnât happen by accident, but Rose Chesne-Malvern actually got the right PRO for this Exhibition.â
But an accident-prone Security Guard. To put the best possible light on it.
It didnât seem a good thing to say to Helena Keswick, however. Sheâd been under a strain, worrying about Mother Brown and her brood. She had a right to some light relief. I bowed to her and continued on my way. There was just one more stop I had to make before I began worrying about the two-legged characters.
I might as well not have bothered. Although she had been watching my approach, Pandora wasnât speaking to me. She made that quite clear, turning her back as I came up to our â her â stall.
âLook,â I said, âI couldnât help it. You saw her. She just waltzed up and snatched it away from me. I ask you, what could I do?
Turning her head only slightly, she damned me for a faithless wretch, unworthy of the devotion of a poor, honest, trusting cat.
âLook,â I said desperately, leaning on the rail, âjust tell me â what could I do? Did you expect me to belt her one, or something? Havenât you any regard for the sanctity of the home and motherhood, and all that?â
She uncurled slowly and turned to face me. Unhurriedly, she sauntered over. I was just relaxing, thinking we were friends again, when she hooked her claws into the back of my hand. Remembering Helena Keswickâs advice, I froze.
âGrryah!â she snarled, deliberately pulling her claws the length of my hand and removing several shreds of skin. Then she sauntered back to the farthest corner of her stall and crouched down, back to me, tail curled around her, still muttering imprecations.
âAll right,â I said, licking the back of my hand and trying to avoid Marcus Opalâs sympathetic gaze, âall right, I can take a hint.â
I stormed outside to the hamburger stall again. âTwo,â I ordered, âforget the bun on one of them.â
But the order was too confusing. While the concessionaire attempted to argue it out with me, I became aware of a pair of pleading eyes just above knee level.
âAre you going to eat two hamburgers, mister?â she asked. âAll by yourself ?â
She was nearly as good as Pandora at making me feel a great, hulking, insensitive brute. âWhy, are you hungry?â
âOh, yes, please. â Her eyes glowed with hope, but dimmed as I pulled a handful of change out of my pocket.
âWhatâs the matter?â Belatedly, I remembered that most children are trained never to take money or sweets from strangers. Unless, of course, theyâre collecting for a Guy.
âIf you give us money,â she said, âBrian wonât let us spend it. Because weâve got to get into the Show. And we have to pay our fares, too.â
âFares?â I was momentarily diverted. âWhere do you come from, then?â
âPeckham,â she said.
âPeckham â thatâs the other side of the city and across the river. You