It was October. It was cold and wet. Anna was not very busy
at the shop. She was very unhappy. She was a different girl.
She seemed older. She did not go out much. She looked ill.
Most of the villagers knew that Anna had quarrelled with
Peter. They also knew that she had been to London with
Dave. But no one was able to help Anna. She did not talk
to anyone. Before, she had been a happy, smiling girl. Now
she was sad and lonely.
She went to the shop every day. She was waiting for
another Special Customer.
Anna did not wait long. It was the middle of the month.
Anna was alone in the shop. It was almost lunchtime. A
middle aged gentleman came in. He was a big man with a
very large moustache. He was well dressed and he was
carrying a large briefcase.
'Good morning, miss,' he said politely.
'Good morning, sir,' said Anna. 'Can I help you?'
Anna was very polite too. She was interested in this man.
'I'm looking for Mr David Slatin,' said the man.
Anna smiled. 'Are you a salesman?' she asked.
She knew that he was not a salesman. He did not look
like a salesman. But she wanted to talk to the man.
The man smiled. 'Yes, I am a salesman,' he said.
That was not true. Anna knew that the man was lying.
Then she said, 'Perhaps I can help you, sir. I usually speak
to the salesmen.'
She looked at the man's case. It had the letters A.R. I.C.S. printed on it.
'Thank you,' said the man very politely, 'but I have a
private appointment. I've come from London and I must
see Mr Slatin.'
'I'm sorry,' said Anna. 'He's very busy at the
moment. But I'll tell him you're here. What's your
name, please?'
The man smiled. 'Roberts,' he said. 'Arthur Roberts.'
Anna went to the back of the shop. Dave was coming
down the stairs.
'There's a man in the shop,' said Anna. 'He wants to
speak to you.'
'Thanks,' said Dave. And he went to the front of the
shop.
'Good morning, Mr Riseman,' said Dave. 'I'm pleased to
meet you!'
Anna listened. Riseman! The man's name was Riseman,
not Roberts! What a liar!
The man did not look at Anna. 'I'm pleased to meet you,
Mr Slatin,' the man said.
'Please come with me,' said Dave.
Mr Riseman followed Dave. They went into the Special
Orders room.
A minute later, Dave came out. He came to the front of
the shop.
'It's lunchtime, Anna,' he said. 'You can go home now.'
'Thanks, Dave,' said Anna. 'I'm going in a few
moments.'
Dave went back to the Special Orders room. Anna did
not leave the shop. She waited.
Anna wrote down the letters A.R. I.C.S. She understood
'A.R.'- 'Arthur Riseman'. But she did not understand
'I.C.S.'
At half past one Anna heard noises. Mr Riseman was
leaving. Dave was talking.
'Thank you, Mr Riseman,' said Dave.
'And thank you,' said Mr Riseman. 'You have helped me
a lot.'
'Good,' said Dave. 'Goodbye, Mr Riseman. My assistant
isn't in the shop, but you can open the door. Goodbye.'
Dave went upstairs and Mr Riseman came into the front
of the shop. Anna was sitting quietly in a corner.
'Oh!' said Mr Riseman. 'I thought you had gone home.'
'No,' she said. 'I decided to have lunch in the shop
today.'
Anna and Mr Riseman looked at each other. They did
not like each other. There was silence. Anna spoke first.
'Would you like to buy some bread, Mr Roberts?' she
said.
'Riseman, my name is Riseman,' said the man.
Anna smiled. 'I'm so sorry,' she said. 'Would you like to buy some home-made bread, Mr Riseman?'
'It looks delicious,' said Mr Riseman. He was very polite again. 'Yes, I'll take some, please. My wife will love it.'
'Here you are,' said Anna. She put the bread in a bag.
Then she said, 'You can put it in your briefcase.'
'My briefcase?' said Mr Riseman. 'I haven't got a briefcase.'
'I think you've forgotten it,' she said. 'I'll go and get it for you.'
Anna moved towards the back of the shop. Mr Riseman stepped in front of her. He held her wrists. He was very strong.
'Listen to me,' he said. 'I don't want that briefcase. Leave it there.'
'All right,' said Anna. 'Please, let me go. You're hurting me!'
Mr Riseman let go of Anna and turned towards the door.
He left the shop hurriedly. He had not taken his bread with him.
Anna watched Mr Riseman leave. Her hands were still hurting five minutes later.