Murder In The Motor Stable: (Auguste Didier Mystery 9)

by Myers, Amy

  Auguste stared at his friend, who blushed.

  ‘Useful for business,’ he muttered.

  ‘Auguste, too, has agreed to purchase a new motorcar,’ Tatiana said. ‘Will you drive it, Auguste?’

  He wanted to shout ‘Never’, nor could he remember ever agreeing to such a proposal, but Tatiana never lied so he must have. He looked at his wife, dark hair framing the glowing face, he looked at his friends, he looked back to the past and then towards the brave new world of the future.

  ‘Of course I will drive it,’ he declared.