‘Please won’t you sit down for a moment Mr. Jones.’ Aunt Harriet put on her best hostess voice as she guided the landlord into her living room. ...r. Jones sat down on her leather sofa his eyes narrowed suspiciously, ‘it’s been three weeks now Harriet, so no more excuses, you need to pay up.’ He told her gruffly. Aunt Harriet sat beside him on the sofa her hand resting lightly on his knee. ‘I know Mr. Jones, I’ve been terribly bad, but my sister died suddenly last week, and I had to travel down. "You looked as though you had other things on your mind. You aren't worried about the housing development are you?" she asked."Not in the least, are you?" I asked. If she hadn't been a little worried, then I would have to be, I thought. Someone had to be a worrier."Yes, I am just a little. We are moving into a stage where I have to argue with the foreman from HLF and he keeps pushing me," Sylvia admitted."One piece of advice, then we don't talk anymore business. Find yourself a guy who can do. "He's got to wear a skirt and she said he'd better wear make-up too," saidCelia, who'd come in a blouse that rivalled the neat white blouse MisterFleecely had been wearing the day before."I don't think he'll be in make-up," said Amanda. "The boss told him make-up was optional. If I were in his shoes, I'd opt outta that one." If you were in his high heels, you mean?" said Lizzie. "He was wearinglow heels yesterday, and I'm thinking they belonged to his mother-in-lawtoo, like his trouser suit. We have to get Commander Nash back to England as soon as possible."The relief Tony felt, was probably one of the best feelings he had felt for a long time. Janine and Tony spent the next two days almost joined at the hip. They just wanted to be with each other so much. She told him that it was her in Brussels that he had seen, and that they had set up an ambush to capture him, on the main road to Oostende, but it had failed as the Germans had taken a back road, and it was just good fortune that.