And all the way to Fulham wondering what he could see. Taxi stops at our house, I say goodbye to the driver, get out of the car and get the key. It is necessary to take a bath and calmly think about what happened. Seen whether Tarkin, as I looked into his checkbook? Maybe he just saw me pushing it closer to his place - as if for his convenience? Or maybe he did not see anything? But then why he was suddenly so hemmed and polite? No, definitely I saw something. And something suspicious. And then, he also could not help noticing, as I blushed and hid the view. God, why did I ever guilty of such kind?