Gallic tongue, is one person in the world whom Bliss would rather not disappoint at present.
âI hear youâve got something going with a little Frenchâ¦â says Donaldson with a wink, leaving the sentence in the air.
âHow the hellâ¦â Bliss shoots back, then realizes that Daphne has been at work. âGo on,â he laughs heartily,âcall her a frog. Yes, if you must know. As Daphne said to me recently, I may not be a spring chicken, but Iâve had an offer.â
Daisyâs very tempting offer, to throw up her life as a French real estate agent to become Mrs. Chief Inspector Bliss, has been on the table for more than a month, but any delaying tactics on Blissâs part have been more to do with his contemplation of becoming Mr. Provençal Real Estate than a desire to fob her off.
Since his celebrated discovery he could leave the police force, and England, at any time and find fortune in his fame by chronicling his adventures, or so he is told. But first he has an obligation to redeem himself in the eyes of his colleagues by putting the skids under the universally despised Chief Superintendent Edwards.
Blissâs promotion to Chief Inspector, touted as a reward for his discovery of the missing treasure, had, he knows, roots that reached much deeper into the murky political underworld of the police force, and he is well aware that Chief Superintendent Edwards had a hand in the decision. âAlways keep a dangerous dog on a very short leash,â Edwards once told him, and he was convinced he had drawn Blissâs teeth by giving him a plum job with an office down the hall from his own.
âInterpol Liaison Officer,â said the freshly painted sign on Blissâs door, and he was well aware of the jealous scuttlebutt amongst some of those in the junior ranks who werenât privy to his motives. âSo Edwards walked, then,â one of his colleagues said sourly after Bliss failed to show up at the disciplinary hearing that should have got the megalomaniacal Chief Superintendent off everyoneâs back.
âJust give it time, Bill,â Bliss replied, knowing that, while Edwards might have escaped on this occasion, he was still firmly attached to the other end of the leash.
Daphneâs house lights are spilling onto the darkened street as Bliss arrives after midnight.
Thatâs very unusual,
he is thinking, having expected her to be in bed, but as he steps out of his car heâs almost flattened by a musical din.
The third movement of Elgarâs âEnigma Variationsâ is playing so loudly on Daphneâs record player that she fails to hear Bliss at the door, and heâs finally forced to bang on the window. It takes her almost a minute to answer, and he immediately senses a problem as she leans heavily on the door jamb.
âDavid⦠I maybe⦠What? What is it?â she asks, seeing his look of concern. âWhat⦠Whatâre you looking at me like that for?â
âAre you all right, Daphne?â he wants to know as he escorts her to the living room and turns down the music.
âYes. Well, letâs just⦠um⦠Well, thereâs a letter from Minnie.â
âPerhaps you should sit down,â he says, and reaches out to guide her.
âIâm all right⦠I can manage. Thank you,â she says curtly, and firmly throws off his hand.
âI know.â
âWell, donât push, then⦠You donât need to push⦠Iâm perfectly capableâ¦â
âJust come over here and sit down,â he tries again.
âYouâre pushing. Donât push⦠Dâye wanna scotch?â
âNoâ¦â
âThereâs some gin,â she starts, then exclaims, âOops!â as she loses her balance while reaching for the empty bottle. âHold tight, Chief Inspector!â she yells as she falls against him. âLower the gangplank â Iâm coming