Flynn's in
“Inside the living room of the suite, Charles Rutledge turned, saw Flynn, and immediately hung up the phone.
“Well, Flynn.” Rutledge now was dressed in a loose tweed jacket and gray flannel slacks. He glanced at his watch. “Almost lunch time.”
“That’s all right with me,” said Flynn. “My breakfast came disguised as French toast.”
“Doubt you’ll do much better for lunch. You know these private clubs.”
“Do I?”
“I mean, it’s hard to keep cooks. It’s hard to get cooks who are much good in the first pl...ace to come up here and live in the woods. Cooks are like moths: attracted to heat and bright lights.”
Rutledge smiled his appreciation at his own simile to Wahler, who smiled his appreciation back.
“Well, Flynn, did you inspect the scene of the accident?”
“Accident…” mused Flynn. “I surveyed the scene of a grand mistake.”
Rutledge glanced at the open door, nodded to Wahler. Wahler closed the door to the corridor.
“Sit down, Flynn, and tell me what you mean.”MoreLess
“Well, Flynn.” Rutledge now was dressed in a loose tweed jacket and gray flannel slacks. He glanced at his watch. “Almost lunch time.”
“That’s all right with me,” said Flynn. “My breakfast came disguised as French toast.”
“Doubt you’ll do much better for lunch. You know these private clubs.”
“Do I?”
“I mean, it’s hard to keep cooks. It’s hard to get cooks who are much good in the first pl...ace to come up here and live in the woods. Cooks are like moths: attracted to heat and bright lights.”
Rutledge smiled his appreciation at his own simile to Wahler, who smiled his appreciation back.
“Well, Flynn, did you inspect the scene of the accident?”
“Accident…” mused Flynn. “I surveyed the scene of a grand mistake.”
Rutledge glanced at the open door, nodded to Wahler. Wahler closed the door to the corridor.
“Sit down, Flynn, and tell me what you mean.”MoreLess
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