link of sausage there. And that delicacy is black pudding.â He pointed with his knife to the two black disks that Lucy mistook for American-style sausage patties.
âIâm sort of a vegetarian,â Lucy confessed.
âLucille, anyone who eats a vegetable now and then is âsort of a vegetarian.â Are you telling me I ordered all this for nothing?â
âNo, but Iâd rather you had the bacon and the banger-thing. I think itâs important to try other nationsâ cuisines.â
OâHanrahan ate steadily while talking. âEngland doesnât have a cuisine. Look at the word cuisine. They even had to borrow that.â
Lucy slowly chewed a bit of her black pudding. Not bad, but it tasted odd somehow. âWhat is this?â
âCongealed animal blood with bits of fat and scratchings.â Lucy swallowed quickly, irrevocably, and washed her mouth out with orange juice. Then went back on the offensive:
âLook, there are only twelve disciples. I virtually know what youâre after, so why donât you tell me?â
âBecause,â he enunciated, as he cut his bacon, âI donât know you.â
âIâm real trustworthy, honest.â
âThatâs what Gabriel said.â
She was dying to ask about Gabriel, but that seemed to be the dead end of all dead ends, so she held off. âIf I guess what youâre looking for,â she asked politely, âwill you tell me?â
Lucy imagined this would earn a quick rebuff, but OâHanrahan stared at her oddly as he had a moment before. And surprised her: âYeah.â
âYou would?â
âBecause I know youâll never guess it.â
âHow many guesses do I get?â
âOne.â
âOneâs not very sporting.â
âWhat would you suggest, Miss Dantan?â
âTen would be nice.â He didnât dignify this with a response. âOkay, six. Fifty-fifty chance.â
He ran a piece of steak around in the béarnaise sauce. âWith ten, you still wouldnât get it.â
Oh yeah? thought Lucy.
âBut whatâs in it for me? â said OâHanrahan, now enjoying a mouthful of herring in sweet sour cream.
She hadnât thought about this. âI could go back to Chicago and tell everyone that what youâre up to is very exciting and important andâ¦â
OâHanrahan pretended he was shaking a New Yearâs Eve party favor. âWhoopdie-doo. That would mean,â he bent his head in sarcasm, âso very, very much to me.â
âWell, letâs make some kind of deal then,â said Lucy.
âFor allowing you six guesses?â
âYeah, for allowing me six guesses.â
He looked to the ceiling. âHow much money do you have? How much can you get ahold of?â
âThey gave me $500 spending money, and this breakfast will probably cost that.â
âJust $500?â
âMaybe I can get more,â she suggested weakly.
OâHanrahan rose and patted his belly. âMiss Dantan, you make some phone calls and see what kind of additional funding you can get me. Then weâll talk, all right?â
Lucy nodded quickly and reached for her handbag. âYeah, okay sure, but waitâwait, what about your sisterâs letter?â
âThe flames, the flames!â he said, as he walked by her without ceremony.
And he was gone.
And so, moments later, was £60.32 ⦠or, as she figured, $100. As Lucy walked down the historic Broad Street between the elegant Sheldonian Theater on one side and a row of quaint shops, a pub, and the venerable Blackwells bookstore on the other, she contemplated how to invent some money for OâHanrahan.
There was, after all, her older sisterâs credit card.
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