Cake and Sherry (2)

Dieterling still has the headset on as Longfellow was saying with typical facetiousness:

One sincerely hopes he didn’t leave his box behind. - Anyway, must’ve been Miss St Clair put the wind up him. Says she saw a shadow in his aura.

Longfellow puts the cake down on the table minus its wrapper. He brings a waiter’s corkscrew and knife from his trouser pocket and proceeds to cut the cake. - By the way, he says, we got any sherry glasses?

Deiterling looks on blankly.

Old chap, have you forgotten? – The Fortnum and Mason’s hamper? The Madeira cake?

Dieterling finally clicking:

The chap from the Foreign Policy Unit? - The bon viveur?

The very same. – It just came in the post, along with this.

He shoves a Manilla envelope in front of Dieterling’s twitching nose.