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‘We could simply ask,’ suggested one of Warren’s men. But Warren shook his head.
‘No, Jim. We could if we knew the alias Simmons is using; that wouldn’t appear too suspicious. But we can’t if we only know his description.’
I nodded. ‘That’s right. I mean… How do you think a receptionist is going to react if you come marching into his hotel demanding to know if a man with long blonde hair is staying there, without offering any explanation as to why you’re looking for him. He would throw you out.’
‘He would not throw me out,’ stated Mr Ambrose darkly.
‘Err…
probably, Sir. But he wouldn’t answer the question either, would he?’
He shot me a look that was a shade darker than the one before.
‘Do you have a better idea?’
Suddenly I smiled. Inspiration had struck. Yes!
‘Actually,’ I told him, ‘I do. I know exactly how we can find him. Or more precisely, how I can. It’ll be easy. I just need a beautiful dress and a sack full of onions.’
I Go Dress-Shopping
‘A what and a what?’ Mr Ambrose stared at me as if I had lost my mind, and my job was soon to follow.
I smiled at him innocently. ‘Is your hearing not as good as it used to be, Sir?’
‘How,’ he asked very slowly and deliberately, ‘are you going to track a thief with… with a dress and a sack full of vegetables?’
‘Onions. They have to be onions. And the how,’ I said, tapping my nose knowingly, ‘you’ll just have to leave that to me. Secrets of the trade.’
‘How do I know this is going to work?’
I gave him my most sweetest smile.
‘Easy. You’ll have to trust me.’
*~*~**~*~*
For nearly half an hour he tried to worm my plan out of me, but I wouldn’t budge. At one point he declared that, fine, we were going to try something else. When I asked him what exactly, he didn’t look very pleased. Finally, Warren and a few of the others joined my side, arguing for him to let me have a go.
‘We don't even know whether Simmons is still in town,’ Mr Ambrose pointed out, stubbornly shaking his head.
The door to my office chose this moment to open and admit the monumental form of Karim, who bowed and with what I thought was perfect timing said: ‘Nobody has seen Simmons at the train station, Sahib. It is safe to assume that he is still within the city.’
There was one moment more of hesitation - then Mr Ambrose grabbed his top hat from the coat stand and slammed it down on his hard head.
‘Fine. We’re going. Karim, come along. We’re going to buy onions.’
With a slightly puzzled expression on his face, the bearded man followed his master out. I, unable to conceal a grin, was right at his heels.
‘What are you planning, Mr Linton?’ Warren whispered behind me, but I just shook my head.
We had to run to keep up with Mr Ambrose. Out in the street he didn’t hail a cab, but began to march down the street.
‘Err… Sir?’ Warren cleared his throat. ‘If the situation is as grave as you have indicated, the expense of a cab would surely be justifiable. It is a much quicker means of transport, very convenient in such an urgent situation.’
‘Fine.’
Irritably, Mr Ambrose waved a hand and, when a cab stopped, ordered us inside with a jerk of his head. All of us, about a dozen men plus one disguised woman, into one cab! The driver looked at us as if we were completely insane, and I couldn’t blame him.
