you were doing fine when I saw you with her the other day.â
âThatâs very helpful. Youâll come to another concert with me?â
âOh, Iâd love to, but â¦â
âI would appreciate a companion who is prepared to think about music. Not necessarily talk, but think, recognising it as a cerebral activity. I canât always be sure of my free time, so it would mean asking you at short notice.â
âI do evening classes on Mondays and Wednesdays.â
âPolish, you said?â
âIâm only just starting. Thatâs Mondays. I do German on Wednesdays.â
âWhy Polish?â
âBecause the course fitted in. My Germanâs fairly good, but I wanted a third language, partly to see if I could and partly to help me get a job. Polish worked out best, and besides, I thought, with such a lot happening thereâitâs terribly exciting, isnât it, even for a political innocent like me.â
âIt is the major event of our lifetimes.â
âDo you know Poland?â
âI am Polish by origin. My original name is unpronounceable in English so I chose a new one.â
âItâs still a very unusual one. There arenât any in the phone book.â
âI didnât wish to share my name. But you will be able to practise your Polish in the intervals of the concerts.â
âIâve only just started. I certainly wonât be up to talking about music.â
âWe will set aside ten minutes for telling each other that itâs a fine day but itâs going to rain. Iâll call you next time Iâm likely to be free for something that might interest us both. You will need to progress beyond Tippett.â
âOh, Iâd love to try, but ⦠well, thereâs something you ought to know â¦â
She hesitated again. Was there any way she could ask him not to tell Mrs Capstone? The big eyebrows had risen, amused, mocking. She floundered.
âI donât want ⦠oh ⦠you see it looks as if my daughter-in-law is going to be the Labour candidate at the next election.â
He sat silent for an instant, and then burst into a big, raucous, uncontrollable laugh. He rose and slapped his thigh and stretched like a waking dog. He was a peasant in a mired farmyard, bellowing mirth at some rustic mishap.
âAnd Deborah and Toby are getting on so well â¦â she explained.
âSo I am to keep the affair secret from my family and you from yours!â he said. âAnd Cherubino is hiding behind the curtain and Falstaff in the laundry basket! Wonderful! But her name is Jones, isnât it? Were you twice married?â
âJanet uses her maiden name. Do you think it matters?â
âOf course not. Itâs a triviality. Still, I think we will keep our meetings to ourselves, perhaps. Are you likely to meet any of your acquaintances at concerts of modern music?â
âGood heavens, no.â
âNor I. Thereâs a McCall-Baines recital next Thursday at a church hall in Whitechapel. I have another engagement but Iâll see if I can change it. Would you be free?â
Thursday was bridge night. Poppy had already agreed to play. She had never heard of McCall-Baines.
âIâm not doing anything,â she said. âThat would be lovely.â
The call came early, while Poppy was on her first cup of coffee. The voice was unmistakable.
âGo to the nearest call-box and ring me on this number,â he said, and gave her the number. She kept pencil and paper ready.
âDonât ask any questions. Do it.â
âAll right,â she said, baffled.
She was still in her dressing-gown but scrabbled on clothes and reached the call-box panting and angry. He answered at the first ring.
âWhat is this about?â she snapped.
âWere you aware that your flat was being watched?â he said.
âWatched? But â¦â
âYou remember I had