I would have crept away, except that he saw me through the windows the same way I had seen him, and had to come to the door and take his post, still without a stitch on, because he had obviously decided it was better to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Or perhaps nothing had happened, Jeffers – perhaps the world is full of people like Tony and this man, who think there’s nothing to be worried about in seeing and being seen, with clothes or without them!
