Kaz and I were driven to the Dorchester, where another MP escorted us to Kaz’s suite and said he had orders to stay outside our room until tomorrow. I got him a chair. Why should this poor slob suffer for enforcing Harding’s rule? And I couldn’t blame Harding much either. It did make sense, and he and I both knew I’d find a way to break loose and see Diana if I wasn’t under guard. Not that Kaz’s suite was such a bad lockup. We had a drink and put our feet up.
“Think you’ll get in touch with David?” I asked, trying to think about anything except Diana.
“Yes, I think so. If only to see how he and Edgar do with life at Ashcroft House. It will be difficult with the trial, but perhaps he’ll find a place where he fits in.”
“Both of them. Married life with Meredith couldn’t have been a bed of roses,” I said.
There was a knock at the door.
“Our jailer?” Kaz said.
“Maybe we should invite him in,” I said, heading for the door and making a fist as if to knock him out. Kaz laughed, which I always liked to hear.
“There’s a room-service guy here,” the MP said. Behind him was Walter, the Dorchester’s night manager. A decent guy, and not averse to a little black-market business now and then. He’d been on duty the day I first arrived in England, and he was always good to me, and he practically worshipped Kaz, as most of the staff here did.
“Come on in, Walter,” I said, wondering how come he’d pulled room-service duty. And who had ordered it.
“Yes, sir,” Walter said, pushing a cart into the room. There was a bottle of champagne on ice and two glasses, along with a vase of roses. The door shut behind him, and Walter winked.
“What’s going on?” I asked. Walter only smiled and lifted the white tablecloth. Out from under it emerged two shapely legs, followed by the rest of Diana.
“Thank you, Walter,” she said. “It was quite a smooth ride.”
“You’re welcome, Lady Seaton,” Walter said with a gracious bow as he placed the champagne and flowers on the table. “And now, Baron Kazimierz, your chariot awaits. We have another room prepared for you for the night.”
“Ah,” Kaz said. “Excellent! This is the kind of thinking that will win the war.” He gave Diana a peck on the cheek and then a hug, his fingers tightening on her shoulders.
He climbed under the cart and Walter expertly wheeled him out, telling the MP he’d be back with a tray of sandwiches on the house. Exactly the right thing to say, in case he’d had any thoughts about checking the cart. No GI would risk losing out on some decent Dorchester chow.
“Smart,” I said, moving toward Diana once we were alone. Even in her brown wool FANY uniform, she looked like a million bucks.
“We are trained to be devious in the SOE,” she said, grinning from ear to ear. “Are you concerned about disobeying Colonel Harding?”
“Rules,” I said, then kissed her. I never got to were made to be broken.