trousers, and white shoes. He said something to Meg, and
she laughed. She looked very happy.
A waiter came up to Nick. 'Can I get you some tea?'he
asked.
'No, thanks,' said Nick. 'I'm with the two people over
there.'And he walked across to Meg's table.
'Hello, Mystery Girl,' said Nick. 'Remember me? We
met at'sfhistler. Your name was Jan then. But maybe today
it's Meg Hutson.'
Meg Hutson looked up at him. 'Oh,' she said, and her
face went red.
'Who is this, Meg?'asked the man.
'This is Nick,' said Meg. 'He's a writer. Nick, this is
Craig Winters.'
'sometimes called Mr Hollywood?'said Nick.
'Maybe. But how did you know that?' asked Craig
Winters.
'I guessed,' said Nick. 'And I think I'm beginning to
understand. Can I ask you a question, Mr Tinters? Does
somebody want to kill you?'
Craig Winters'face went white. 'Kill me?'
'What are you talking about?' asked Meg.
'Before I tell you, answer this question, please,' said
Nick. 'You called me Mr Hollywood in Whistler. And you
wanted the man at the next table, the man with white hair,
to hear you. Is that right?'