“Then
what is in the basket, Miss?” I interrupted. I figured it was about time to
step in and defuse the situation; also, I was truly rather hungry and was being
driven to distraction by the smell. “It smells wonderful.”
The
girl looked gratified at my appreciation.
“Well,
I didn’t know how long this might take, so I brought along some fresh-baked
hot-cross buns.” She lifted the corner of the cloth covering the basket to
reveal the glossy treats inside. There was a fresh waft of scent. “I find there
is no situation, whether happy or disappointing, that can’t be improved by a
little treat.” She closed the corner.
“Aha!
Bribery!” Rank sprang to the attack. “Leave it to a female to try to wriggle
her way in anywhere with a little kitchen grease!”
“I
deny the accusation.” Her disdain was calm. “And to disprove it, I offer you
gentlemen to partake.” She held the basket out to us at arm’s length. She
looked at Rank, head held high. “I certainly have nothing to gain from you,
sir.”
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