“This is a first. I suspect he’s checking up on the situation with Steve.”
“So what did you do?”
“I invited him to spend the weekend, of course.”
“Good for you,” I said.
Julien d’Autremont arrived at the house about two minutes after I got home on Wednesday. In fact, I’d just gotten out of my car when I spotted a strange car coming up the driveway. It pulled up beside mine, and when the driver got out, I saw the family resemblance immediately because Julien was an older, slightly heavier version of Philip. I introduced myself, and he followed me into the house and upstairs to the study.
Philip got up from his chair when he saw us, and I said, “Guess who I found loitering around the driveway.”
“He’s certainly more welcome than our last loiterer,” Philip said.
“As you may have heard, Julien,” I said, “our security people caught Steve’s father prowling around the fence some time back.”
“Marie told me about that,” Julien said.