came back out of his study, Lynn and I pounced on him.
âWell, okay, Iâve got a little. Not a lot, but what there is, is somewhat surprising, I donât mind admitting. Thereâs word on the street that Multilinks isnât doing very well on this side of the pond, and nobody quite understands why. Theyâve got a hot product, theyâve got good people, theyâve got the marketsâbut they donât seem to be making much money.â
âIs somebody raking something off the top?â
âNot likely, according to my sources. That was my first thought, of course. Seems like theyâre just not getting the orders. If rumor is true, that is.â
âDo you think it is?â
âThese guys have never led me astray before. Of course, thereâs always a first time.â
âHow about the company stock?â asked Lynn. âIs it doing anything unexpected?â
âI donât know. My best stock-market tipster wasnât available until this afternoon.â
âThen we might as well go shopping, Dorothy,â Lynn insisted. âSitting around here waiting will drive us both crazy.â
She was right, of course, and it had been quite a while since Iâd had the pleasure of accompanying Lynn on a shopping expedition. Her ideas on the subject are entirely different from mine. She loves antiques and has the money to indulge her taste, so we went to Christieâs and Sothebyâs and pored over catalogues, stopped in a couple of charming little shops in Jermyn Street, and ended up at Fortnum and Masonâs for tea.
âI do love Fortnumâs,â I commented as we walked in the door. âIt never changes. They can say what they want about shopping from home over a computer, but just lookâa computer could never replace him!â I jerked my head toward a clerk in the traditional morning coat and striped trousers. Crystal chandeliers hung over the displays of foodstuffs, which ranged from fresh fruit and vegetables so beautiful one might have thought they were made of wax, to mouthwatering smoked salmon and pâtés, to Campbellâs soups in flavors like mulligatawny and vichyssoise. I sighed luxuriously. âMy idea of the ultimate treat someday is to go somewhere wonderful and summery, like Glyndebourne, with some marvelous champagne and a hamper from Fortnumâs. It sounds so thoroughly English and ever so slightly decadent.â
âYouâre on!â said Lynn. âIâve
always
wanted to do Glyndebourne myself, but Tom says picnicking on damp lawns in evening dress is not his idea of a good time, and he wonât do it. Weâll go, just the two of us, and have a lovely little party without the men. This
very
summer.â
âItâs a date.â And we went upstairs to have a fabulous, and wildly expensive, tea, and to gloat over Lynnâs purchase of a perfectly gorgeous old Wedgwood vase.
All the same, I was prickly with impatience to get back to the house and talk to Tom, and so was Lynn.
His news was interesting, but puzzling. He came straight to the point. âYou asked about stock, Lynn, but itâs no go. Multilinks hasnât gone public yet. Theyâre expected to issue a stock offering soon, though, or they were. Now it seems the issue could be delayed, in view of their poor performance in the international market.â
âDid any of your sources have any explanation for that poor performance?â
âNot a clue. The guys who know the most about it say a lot of potential customers came along and then just seemed to evaporate, lose interest, whatever.â
âThese would beâwho? What kind of customers? Individuals, or businesses, orââ
âIndividuals wouldnât buy this software. Itâs way too expensive, up there in the thousands of bucks. Businesses, or government agencies. As youâve realized, itâs most useful to the developing