Griff seemed unperturbed. ‘Bit extreme. Not as stupid as it sounds, probably,’ he said, ‘from a tax point of view. Arun can sort you out.’

‘We won’t be looking until we get back,’ said Bea.

‘Dan mentioned Dalston,’ said Griff.

‘Did he?’ Bea looked at Dan.

‘Where was that flat we offered you, when you got married?’ said Griff.

‘What flat?’ said Dan quickly. ‘What?’

‘Didn’t you tell him?’ Griff looked from Dan to Bea. ‘Wedding present. I sent you the details. Notting Hill, wasn’t it?’

‘I don’t remember,’ said Bea. She had thrown the details away, unread. But she remembered the glossy brochure going into the bin, and how happy that had made her.

‘I never saw it,’ said Dan tightly.

‘Fine,’ said Griff. ‘Let’s not get into it.’

‘Let’s not,’ she said. ‘We should go.’

‘Bea?’ said Dan.

Bea looked him in the eye. ‘You ask,’ she said. ‘If you want to.’

‘Ask me what?’ said Griff, amused.

‘Did you know our tenant fell through?’ said Dan.

‘What tenant?’

‘We had a tenant for our flat. It was our travelling money, and she never turned up.’

‘No, I didn’t know,’ said Griff, ‘but go on.’

‘It’s left us a bit short,’ said Dan.

Bea went red, and stood looking at her feet.

‘So, use your money,’ Griff said to her. ‘What’s the problem?’

‘I don’t have any of the bank details,’ she said quietly.

‘What? Christ, I don’t know,’ said Griff impatiently. ‘Talk to Arun.’

‘OK,’ said Dan hastily. ‘We’ll do that. Thanks.’

Bea looked up. ‘OK, we should go. We need to get to St Pancras. Our train’s at eleven.’ She went to her father. ‘Goodbye, Dad.’ She kissed his cheek. ‘I love you.’

Dan held out his hand. ‘Thanks a lot. Thanks very much. I’m sorry to bother you with all of this. Thanks.’

Griff did not speak. He was thinking. She touched Dan’s arm.

‘Dan?’

They both turned to go. They reached the door, and she tugged at it, but it stuck.

‘If it’s cash you need,’ said Griff, behind her, ‘it’s not a problem, there’s some at the hotel.’

She stopped pulling at the door.

‘What?’ said Dan.

‘There’s money at Paligny,’ said Griff. ‘You can take some of that.’

‘What money?’ said Dan.

Bea stared at Griff, examining him.

‘What do you need?’ said Griff. ‘A few thousand?’

‘Sorry,’ said Dan, ‘I don’t get it.’

‘I’ve just told you.’

‘What money is it?’ said Bea slowly.

‘It’s just a bit of cash,’ said Griff.

‘How much cash?’

Griff gazed into space and blew out his cheeks.

‘A few hundred thousand?’ he said. ‘If you two wouldn’t mind dropping it off somewhere safe, you can skim off whatever you need. It’s in euros. Arun will give you James Florence’s number. Bea, you remember James Florence?’