He threw a punch at her but he aimed it to miss and he smashed a hole inthe wall beside her head."Fucking tranny whore!" Elliot screamed at her, snatc...ed up his coat andslammed the door on his way out.Poppy triple locked the door and folded herself up into a ball on thefloor and sobbed uncontrollably.Elliot took the stairs, fuming. He hated Poppy but he hated himselfmore. He hated that he had called her a whore, he hated that the lasttime they had lain together it had been a ferocious. " What? You must be mad, Jeeves. How on earth could I be betrothed? I bally well think a man would know something like that. You don't just go around saying a man is betrothed when he doesn't know to whom he is betrothed in the first place, do you?" Do you not recall a Miss Francine Sprezzatura?" Jeeves said. "Apparently she spent most of last evening with you and Mr. Finch-Tuxton. You met her at one of the establishments you were visiting early in the evening, and, finding that you were. Their clothes had no names or serial numbers on them, so the only ways I could think of getting information from them were:Violence. Knock them out and search them, like I had the two reporters.Surreptitious pilfering. Picking their pockets, somehow.Following them to wherever they went after they left here, which would be difficult if they waited until daylight.The first two weren't worth the risk. I didn't NEED the information, and I definitely didn't need for them and their bosses to think. ” He drew then on this small sleek vape and handed it to me. Leaning close, he whispered, "Have you met Bugotti? I hope you get along. I like it when everyone gets along." Creed stretched out his hand to Tony in introduction. I made a pyramid of hands over theirs and we toasted and cheered. I drew the smoke into my mouth and throat, then coughed, smiling at them both. Seated on the drink stand, I dead panned the song, “I woke up in a new Bugotti,” my hips bouncing off the edge of the stand in.