Mrs. Pollifax on the China Station [antikvár]

Mrs. Pollifax sat in Carstairs' office with a cup of coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other, her hat an inverted bowl of blue felt with such a cockeyed twist to its brim that Bishop guessed it had been frequently sat on and squashed. He saw her glance at Carstairs, seated behind his desk, and then at him, and now she said gently, "Yes, the weather's been unseasonably cool for May, and my trip to Langley Field very pleasant, we've discussed my geraniums and how I met Cyrus Reed in Zambia, but 1 really do think''Bishop put down his own coffee cup and grinned. He thought this must be how she appeared to her garden clubsa cheerful, cozy little woman with fly-away white hair and a penchant for odd hats and growing geraniums