‘Come in come in!’ barked Mr Havelock.
‘Ah, Bob, good to see you, old chap! Come in! Sit down!’
Bob looked at Charles and thought he seemed in very good spirits – certainly in a better mood than last time he’d been there.
He parked himself on the chair in front of the large oak desk and got out his notebook.
The old man was going to be in an even better mood when he heard what he had found out about the three women he was so interested in. It had ended up being quite an enjoyable job – drinking until the early hours and playing cards. It hadn’t even mattered that the tart behind the bar wouldn’t play ball; the bloke he’d milked for information had been easy prey. And the information he’d siphoned from him that night had fuelled his investigation, which had, in turn, taken him down some very interesting avenues and led to some very interesting discoveries.
Yes, he was definitely going to be in Mr Charles Havelock’s good books by the time he left today.
He might even wangle a Christmas bonus out of the old man – the ammunition he was about to provide him with certainly deserved one.