While I struggled with the cases, Wilson went through to Reception to book us in.
Addressing the receptionist in a loud, slow voice, he said, 'Bonjour! Do… you… speak... English?' and without waiting for a reply presented his Business Card.
The receptionist read aloud from it: '1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Pavement Ant' and handed it back. W blushed and exchanged it for one of his Consulting Detective cards.
Apologising for the confusion, he explained, 'That was one of my Wilson Vermilingua patent-pending "Name That Ant!" cards.'
The receptionist passed him our keys, and I started to carry the cases upstairs to our room.
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