âAnything else?â
His eyes widened. âIsnât that enough?â
I let out a sigh of relief that rustled the unpaid bills on my desk. At the same time, I coughed to hide the sigh of relief and the combination wasnât pleasant. I didnât care. He didnât know! He didnât know about Raymond or about Oiseau Royal! I felt ten years younger and was so pleased that I said genially, âAnd what do you want me to do?â
François smiled for the first time since he had been in my office. âI knew youâd accept the assignment. Only a man with your detailed knowledge of food and restaurants could take it on. I want you to find out who is trying to put me out of business and why.â
I had put my foot in the trifle and no mistake. I tried to backtrack hastily. âOrdinarily I would be delighted to help you but as I said Iâm very busy right nowââ
He went on as if he had not heard me. âThe first question youâre going to ask me is if I have any ideas on who might be behind thisâwell, I donât. I have competitors naturallyââ
I was so elated at being off the hook that I went boldly where I might not otherwise have gone. âRaymond in particular?â
He said nothing for a moment. He looked at his knuckles. They looked scarred and formidable from where I was sitting and I was glad he was here as a restaurateur looking for help rather than as an ex-prizefighter disgruntled at having his pet recipe taken from under his nose.
âItâs no secret that Raymond and I are competitors.â
âRivals, would you say?â
âRivals certainly.â
âEnemies?â
He hesitated. He sighed and then said, âMany years ago, there was an incident between us ⦠since that time a gulf has divided usââ he broke off. He seemed to be considering whether to say more but when I couldnât wait any longer I asked:
âEnough of a gulf that he might want to put you out of business?â
He spread his hands in a Gallic gesture that meant he wasnât going to answer this one at all.
âEspecially after so many years?â
He looked at his knuckles again. Perhaps he wanted to punch somebody with them. Was it Raymond or was it me?
âIf I could tell you anything helpful, I would. But I can tell you nothing useful at all, Iâm afraid.â His manner seemed sincere enough. âThat incident I referred to with Raymondâwell, thereâs really nothing there eitherâI mean nothing with any relevance to this affair.â
The tough private eye always growled, âBest let me be the judge of thatâ but I didnât think that would work with François. Besides, now that I knew François wasnât there to pin me to the wall for unmasking the secrets of Oiseau Royal, I was breathing a little easier although I still wasnât sure I wanted this job.
âActually Iâm not that kind of detective,â I told him. âWhat I do isââ
âOh, I know what you do,â François said. âAnd you do it very well. Youâre the man who found a new source of lotus leaves for Johnny Chang.â
I wasnât too worried about him knowing that. It was good publicity when the occasional commission was leaked.
âYes, I am. So you can see that Iâm not really the kind of detective you want.â I said it in my most persuasive voice. It was as ineffective as recommending a Ploughmanâs Lunch with pickles to a ploughman.
âI told you I need a man who is well-informed about food and restaurant procedures.â
âIf itâs an investigator you want, try Knightsbridge Inquiry Agency,â I suggested. âTheyâre very reliable, their reputation isââ
âWhat do they know about food?â
âEverybody knows something about itââ
âDo they know as much as you?â
Honesty was pushing me towards