David Dobbs: His carriage companion discreetly observed the bookish-looking Dobbs across from her, his mop of floppy black hair, his round-rimmed glasses and plump, rosy cheeks. She had noticed the way he folded his napkin into quarters and fastidiously stood up and brushed imaginary crumbs from his trousers; how he sanitized his hands repeatedly from a dispenser he carried.
“And to think, I was happily living in Cricklewood just two days ago.”
“If I can help you ... or the French Gendarmerie ... call me day or night." Dobbs said, and considered. "Actually, during the day would be preferable...”
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