夏日,悉尼。某个星期三下午两点半左右,J·W·贝克时装批发店的办公室里,克莱尔·爱德华兹正倚着文件柜,微笑着接电话。“哦,好的。我五点三刻在马提尼克外等你,尽量不要迟到了。”她提醒说,尽管以前多次提醒也没什么作用。听到安妮特信誓旦旦地说会守时,她甚是怀疑,微笑的嘴咧得更大了,“我信你,再见。”就在克莱尔放下电话前,弗雷泽小姐从通向厂房的门口进来,站在那儿看着她,任何瞬息变化的表情都逃不过弗雷泽那双明亮清澈的灰色眼睛。 Summer, Sydney. At about 2.30 pm Wednesday, Claire Edwards leans on a filing cabinet and picks up with a smile at the office of the J.W. Baker fashion wholesale shop. “Well, I’ll wait for you outside of Martinique at 5:30 am, try not to be late.” She warned that although the previous reminder did not help. When I heard that Annette vowed to be on time, she was very suspicious and smiled more openly, “I believe you, goodbye.” Just before Miss Clare dropped the call from Miss Fraser to the factory Came in, stood looking at her, and any change of expression flew past Fraser’s bright clear gray eyes.