[MaC] At the Fitzroys: Hodges and Braham

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There in the larger room, the picture windows hung with heavy blackout 
curtains, Hodges found a long table set with bottles of gin, tonic, bitters, 
vermouth, scotch, lime juice and a few liqueurs - as well as Malvern water for the 
faint of heart.  Also present was Esme Fitzroy who looked at Hodges nervously, 
before standing and walking towards him, hand extended.

"So good of you to help out," she said colourlessly.  "You can mix cocktails, 
can't you?"

"Of course, Mrs. Fitzroy.  I'd be happy to fix you a drink if you wish, 
settle your stomach before the guests arrive..."  Hodges offered cheerfully, taking 
her hand lightly in his own in greeting.  Just then, another gentleman 
entered the parlor.  His thoughts about her bloated toad of a husband he kept to 
himself.
 
***

"Good evening, Mr ... ?"

"Davis. Braham Davis," he said quickly. "And you must be Mrs. Fitzroy." He 
took her hand gently and gave a slight bow. "Thank you for the invitation. It is 
a pleasure to finally meet you." From his accent he was most certainly 
American; a handsome, young, charismatic American. How he had been managing to blend 
into the shadows was a bit of a mystery.

"Mr. Davis, would you care for a cocktail?"  Hodges had assumed a position 
behind the long table as Mr. Davis introduced himself to the hostess.
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