I dialled the restaurant, and waited a long time for someone toanswer.
"Laguna 50/said an Italian-sounding young girl.
"Janice, is that you? It"s Mike."
"Yes, it"s me, Mike," she whispered, reverting to her Lambeth accent. "I"d better warn you that every time your name"s been mentioned this evening, Gerald picks up the nearest meat-axe."
"Why?" I asked. "You"ve still got Nick in the kitchen to see you through."
"Nick chopped the top off one of his fingers earlier this evening, and Gerald had to take him to hospital.
I was left in charge. He"s not best pleased."
"Oh, h.e.l.l," I said.
"But I"ve got ... " "The sack," said another voice, and this one wasn"t whispering.
"Gerald, I can explain ... " "Why you didn"t turn up for work this evening?" I sneezed, then held my nose. "I"ve got the "flu. If I"d come in tonight I would have given it to half the customers."
"Would you?" said Gerald. "Well, I suppose that might have been marginally worse than giving it to the girl who was sitting next to you in the theatre."
"What do you mean?" I asked, letting go of my nose.
"Exactly what I said, Mike. You see, unfortunately for you, a couple of our regulars were two rows behind you at theAldwych.
They enjoyed the show almost as much as you seemed to, and one of them added, for good measure, that he thought your date was "absolutely stunning"."
"He must have mistaken me for someone else," I said, trying not to sound desperate.
"He may have done, Mike, but I haven"t. You"re sacked, and don"t even think about coming in to collect your pay packet, because there isn"t one for a head waiter who"d rather take some bimbo to the theatre than do a night"s work." The line went dead.
I hung up the phone and started muttering obscenities under my breath as I walked slowly back towards my car. I was only a dozen paces away from it when a young lad jumped into the front seat, switched on the ignition, and lurched hesitatingly into the centre of the road in what sounded horribly like third gear.
I chased after the retreating car, but once the youth began to accelerate, I knew I had no hope of catching him.
I ran all the way back to the phone box, and dialled 999 once again.
"Fire, Police or Ambulance?" I was asked for a second time that night.
"Police," I said, and a moment later I was put through to anothervoice.
"Belgravia Police Station. What is the nature of your enquiry?"
"I"ve just had my car stolen!" I shouted.
"Make, model and registration number please, sir."
"It"s a red Ford Fiesta, registration H107 SHV." I waited impatiently.
"It hasn"t been stolen, sir. It was illegally parked on a double ... " "No it wasn"t!" I shouted even more loudly. "I paid 2o5 to get the d.a.m.n thing out of the Vauxhall Bridge Pound less than half an hour ago, and I"ve just seen it being driven off by a joyrider while I was making a phone call."
"Where are you, sir?"
"In a phone box on the corner of Vauxhall Bridge Road and Warwick Way."
"And in which direction was the car travelling when you last saw it?"
asked the voice.
"North up Vauxhall Bridge Road."
"And what is your home telephone number, sir?"
"O81 290 4820."
"And at work?"
"Like the car, I don"t have a job any longer."
"Right, I"ll get straight onto it, sir. We"llbe in touch with you the moment we have any news." I put the phone down and thought about what I should do next. I hadn"t been left with a great deal of choice. I hailed a taxi and asked to be taken to Victoria, and was relieved to find that this driver showed no desire to offer any opinions on anything during the short journey to the station.
When he dropped me I pa.s.sed him my last note, and patiently waited while he handed over every last penny of my change. He also muttered an expletive or two. I bought a ticket for Bromley with my few remaining coins, and went in search of the platform.
"You"ve just about made it, mate," the ticket collector told me.
"The last train"s due in at any minute." But I still had to wait for another twenty minutes on the cold, empty platform before the last train eventually pulled into the station. By then I had memorised every advertis.e.m.e.nt in sight, from Guinness to Mates, while continuing to sneeze at regular intervals.
When the train came to a halt and the doors squelched open I took a seat in a carriage near the front. It was another ten minutes before the engine lurched into action, and another forty before it finally pulled into Bromley station.
I emerged into the Kent night a few minutes before one o"clock, and set off in the direction of my little terraced house.Twenty-five minutes later, I staggered up the short path to my front door. I began to search for my keys, then remembered that I"d left them in the car ignition. I didn"t have the energy even to swear, and began to grovel around in the dark for the spare front-door key that was always hidden under a particular stone.
But which one? At last I found it, put it in the lock, turned it and pushed the door open. No sooner had I stepped inside than the phone on the hall table began to ring.
I grabbed the receiver.
"Mr. Whitaker?"
"Speaking."
"This is the Belgravia police. We"ve located your car, sir, and ... " "Thank G.o.d for that," I said, before the officer had a chance to finish the sentence. "Where is it?"
"At this precise moment, sir, it"s on the back of a pick-up lorry somewhere in Chelsea. It seems the lad who nicked it only managed to travel a mile or so before he hit the kerb at seventy, and bounced straight into a wall. I"m sorry to have to inform you, sir, that your car"s a total write-off."
"A total write-off ?" I said in disbelief.
"Yes, sir. The garage who towed it away has been given your number, and they"ll be in touch with you first thing inthe morning." I couldn"t think of any comment worth making.
"The good news is we"ve caught the lad who nicked it,"
continued the police officer. "The bad news is that he"s only fifteen, doesn"t have a driver"s licence, and, of course, he isn"t insured."
"That"s not a problem," I said. "I"m fully insured myself."
"As a matter of interest, sir, did you leave your keys in the ignition ?"
"Yes, I did.
I was just making a quick phone call, and thought I"d only be away from the car for a couple of minutes."
"Then I think it"s unlikely you"ll be covered by your insurance, sir."
"Not covered by my insurance? What are you talking about?"
"It"s standard policy nowadays not to pay out if you leave your keys in the ignition. You"d better check, sir," were the officer"s final words before ringing off.
I put the phone down and wondered what else could possibly go wrong. I slipped off my jacket and began to climb the stairs, but came to a sudden halt when I saw my wife waiting for me on the landing.
"Maureen ... " I began.
"You can tell me later why the car is a total write-off,"
she said, "but not until you"ve explained why you didn"t turnup for work this evening, and just who this "cla.s.sy tart" is that Gerald said you were seen with at the theatre."
Overdone NO, I"M NOT DOING ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR," said Anna.
I smiled, unable to mask my delight.
"Good. I know a little restaurant just down the road that I think you might enjoy."
"That sounds just fine," said Anna as she made her way through the dense theatre crowd. I quickly followed, having to hurry just to keep up with her.
"Which way?" she asked. I pointed towards the Strand. She began walking at a brisk pace, and we continued to talk about the play.
When we reached the Strand I pointed to a large grey double door on the other side of the road. "That"s it," ! said. I would have taken her hand as she began to cross, but she stepped off the pavement ahead of me, dodged between the stationary traffic, and waited for me on the far side.
She pushed the grey doors open, and once again I followed in her wake. We descended a flight of steps into a bas.e.m.e.nt restaurant buzzing with the talk of people who had just come out of theatres, and waiters dashing, plates in both hands, from table to table.
"I don"t expect you"ll be able to get a table here if youhaven"t booked," said Anna, eyeing a group of would-be customers who were cl.u.s.tered round the bar, impatiently waiting for someone to leave.
"Don"t worry about that," I said with bravado, and strode across to the reservations desk. I waved a hand imperiously at the head waiter, who was taking a customer"s order. I only hoped he would recognise me.
I turned round to smile at Anna, but she didn"t look too impressed.
After the waiter had taken the order, he walked slowly over to me.
"How may I help you, sir?" he asked.
"Can you manage a table for two, Victor?"
"Victor"s off tonight, sir. Have you booked?"
"No, I haven"t, but ... " The head waiter checked the list of reservations and then looked at his watch. "I might be able to fit you in around .5 - x-3 at the latest," he said, not sounding too hopeful.
"No sooner?" I pleaded. "I don"t think we can wait that long."
Anna nodded her agreement.
"I"m afraid not, sir," said the head waiter. "We are fully booked until then."
"As I expected," said Anna, turning to leave.Once again I had to hurry to keep up with her. As we stepped out onto the pavement I said, "There"s a little Italian restaurant I know not far from here, where I can always get a table. Shall we risk it?"
"Can"t see that we"ve got a lot of choice," replied Anna.
"Which direction this time?"
"Just up the road to the right," I said as a clap of thunder heralded an imminent downpour.
"d.a.m.n," said Anna, placing her handbag over her head for protection.
"I"m sorry," I said, looking up at the black clouds. "It"s my fault.
I should have ... " "Stop apologising all the time, Michael. It isn"t your fault if it starts to rain." I took a deep breath and tried again. "We"d better make a dash for it," I said desperately. "I don"t expect we"ll be able to pick up a taxi in this weather."
This at least secured her ringing endors.e.m.e.nt. I began running up the road, and Anna followed closely behind. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and although we couldn"t have had more than seventy yards to cover, we were both soaked by the time we reached the restaurant.
I sighed with relief when I opened the door and found the dining room was half-empty, although I suppose I should have been annoyed. I turned and smiled hopefully at Anna, but she was still frowning.
"Everything all right?" I asked."Fine. It"s just that my father had a theory about restaurants that were half-empty at this time of night." I looked quizzically at my guest, but decided not to make any comment about her eye make-up, which was beginning to run, or her hair, which had come loose at the edges.
"I"d better carry out some repair work. I"ll only be a couple of minutes," she said, heading for a door marked "Signorinas".
I waved at Mario, who was serving no one in particular. He hurried over to me.
"There was a call for you earlier, Mr. Whitaker," Mario said as he guided me across the restaurant to my usual table. "If you came in, I was to ask you to phone Gerald urgently. He sounded pretty desperate."
"I"m sure it can wait. But if he rings again, let me know immediately." At that moment Anna walked over to join us.
The make-up had been restored, but the hair could have done with further attention.
I rose to greet her.
"You don"t have to do that," she said, taking her seat.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, once we were both settled.
"No, I don"t think so. I have an early start tomorrow morning, so I shouldn"t overdo things. I"ll just have a gla.s.s of wine with my meal."
Another waiter appeared by her side. "And what would madamcare for this evening?" he asked politely.