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seriously wealthy and, Uncle Jack was
able to confirm over lunch, had brought up the girl single–handedly.
According to him, Walker was one of the wealthiest men in London. His teenage
daughter was probably a right ruined handful. But still, Charlie thought, it
would be more than worth the effort to try and find out. She was such a treat
to the eye. And he’d loved her pouting expression when he had teased her
briefly.  
    Later
still, Harry and Tamara lay in each other’s arms, deeply contented after
another three–hour lovemaking session.
    “Where
on earth has that daughter of mine got to?” Harry muttered, looking at the
small silver bedside clock. “Do you want to eat on board tonight, honey?”
    “I
reckon I’m pretty full as it is,” Tamara replied with a laugh. She stroked her
husband’s strong, bare chest. “Do we have to get up?”
    “I
would love nothing better than to lie here forever,” replied Harry, sitting up
on his elbow and gazing adoringly at her. “But the staff have a schedule to
keep darling, and it’s almost dinner time. God knows where Eleanor has got to.
It’s been four hours...” Harry said, concerned.
    As
Charlie drove up to The Grand Hotel in the dying sunlight, he could see Eleanor
quite clearly through the enormous windows. She was seated at the Riviera Bar
alone. The barefaced front of the little devil, he thought.
    As
he wandered casually into the hotel, he heard loud laughter and could detect
something of a scene unfolding. Approaching the bar, he heard her girlish
English voice float out to the foyer and beyond.
    “Now! S’il vous plaît ! I demande encore du
champagne – and – ooh! A room for the night!”
    Slightly
panicked, Charlie rushed to the bar area. Eleanor was waving her arms at the
bar staff, all but unseated from the barstool. A waiter looked helpless and
askance at the checking card she thrust in his face.
    “Do
you know who I am? Walker. Eleanor Walker. The daughter of Harold Walker,
millionaire. Do you hear me, garçon?”
    Charlie
cringed as he went to steady her from falling off the stool.
    “Eleanor!
Are you ok, Miss?”
    Eleanor
turned to face him. At once he realised she was quite drunk.
    “Mister...
Charles... Hethering– tone!” she said loudly and snidely. “To what
do we owe the pleasure? Champagne? Like some? Then tell this clot of a
Frenchman to serve it now, please!”
    As
the waiter turned to the approaching maître d’ for assistance, Charlie froze in
anger. He knew in a second he had to save the young Miss Walker entirely from
herself. These men were among the finest in their profession and would not
tolerate her rudeness .She risked being banned from the premises for good,
regardless of her father’s status.
    “Monsieur
Lefour,” Charlie addressed the maitre d’ with familiarity, “I am acquainted
with this young lady. I do trust she has been no great trouble to you?”
    The
man looked as though he would not care if Eleanor Walker were struck down dead
by lightning at that very moment.
    “Alors,
Monsieur Hetherington. We are pleased to hear that you know the young   ... lady. Perhaps you are here to
accompany her elsewhere?”
    Seeing
that the entire hotel had had enough of Eleanor Walker’s drunken demands,
Charlie moved to make good as best he could.
    “Quite
so, Monsieur Lefour. I am so very sorry that she has become ... over–excited.
And I am sure her father will be very apologetic also. May I ask if there is
anything to settle?”
    The
suave man moved away, raising a hand in apology. He spoke in thick French.
    “Not
at all, du rien. Miss Walker has paid for what she has consumed with her father’s
checking card. Just that I am sorry monsieur, but the lady seems to me as
though she has had enough drinks.”
    “Too
right she has,” Charlie said, almost to himself. Angrily, he picked Eleanor up
by the waist from the barstool and plonked her firmly on the floor. She giggled
loudly and tried to throw her arms around