Robyn returns to the hotel, undresses herself and climbs into bed, sleeping the sleep of the weary. In the morning, she tells Stephanie that for sure is staying at least two more nights. The maid nods and says that she has approached the hotel with the idea of leaving and that they are not happy. Robyn tells her that she will have a word. After breakfast, Robyn goes to see the manager, who is quite upset at what he thinks is poaching. Robyn calms him down by offering to tell people that the hotel has done a magnificent job in training its maids. The reality of such publicity sinks in and the manager becomes far more friendly. The two discuss how best to word their statements and part as friends, or at least business associates.
Robyn gets directions to the Majestic and walks over to the competing hotel, Al at her side. Once there, she uses her name to determine which is the MP's suite and takes the elevator to his floor. She and Al go to the proper suite and enter. Mrs. Gooden is at a desk in the center of the main room and looks up as Robyn enters. "Good morning, Miss Lysander. What a pleasant surprise. What can I do to assist you this morning? I am afraid that Mister St. John-Smythe is with some constituents right now. Would you like me to leave him a message."
"No, thank you very much. I will wait, if you do not mind." Robyn sits in one of the comfortable chairs and waits. Pauline Gooden gives her a distasteful grimace, but says nothing other than to offer some tea, which Robyn politely refuses. She sits quietly for an hour before the door to one of the offices opens and several men come out accompanied by the Right Honorable Prescott St John-Smyth. All are laughing and patting each other's backs, but the appearance of the massive Hell Hound puts a stop to that. Prescott recovers quickly and introduces his companions to Robyn, who graciously files their names away in subfolders within the folder labeled for Prescott. She looks directly at the man and says, "I know this is unannounced and a terrible inconvenience, but could I have a few minutes of your time? It is about my daughter."
Prescott says, This really is not a good time, Miss Lysander. Perhaps a bit later? Maybe in London?"
Robyn shakes her head and says, "London." She puts exactly the same tone and volume she had used the previous night and Prescott blinks and goes ashen. He turns to his companions and tells them that he will catch them up in a few minutes and motions for Robyn to follow him into his office. Once there he takes a shaky seat and tries to bluster. "Now see here. What do you mean by....................by all of this?"
Robyn leans forward on her stick and says. "Come now, Prescott. I may call you Prescott, may I not.? After all, we did share something special last night, did we not?"
The man sits back in his seat, trembling and perspiring. "My.....my.....my wife and daughter?"
Come now, Prescott. What do I really gain by telling them? I know that you are a hypocritical bastard who fucks his personal assistant and is certainly not discriminatory in his selection of other sexual bedmates, both male and female. And do not think that you could publicly deny your indiscretions. I can tell everyone the location and shape of two very distinctive birthmarks located in places that I should not be able to know."
"The man splutters and tries to regain some of his lost composure. "But......but you are blind. You could not possible know."
Robyn laughs. "I cannot see with my eyes, Prescott, but my other senses are quite good, I assure you. And I can certainly discuss how I used my tongue to feel one while I was blowing you. Besides, you are craven and would collapse under any sort of questioning. Even if most people do not believe me, your wife would suspect. What do you think would happen to all of the money she provides you, especially when it would appear that some of that is used to pay for the love nest you share with your current fuck buddy, Mrs. Gooden? I would think the suspicion alone would leave you very short of funds."
Prescott's body sags; the very picture of a broken man. "What do you want?"
"It is simple, Prescott. Lydia and Gem are lovers and are very much in love with each other. I want you to leave them alone and stand aside as that relationship flourishes. I also want you to stand aside and give support when they decide they want to marry. Your own proclivities indicate that you are already fully immersed in the homosexual scene. You were certainly shagging that young man last night with what I can only describe as wild abandon. And you also seemed very pleased when you seduced and shagged me. Tut tut, Preston."
Robyn stands and gathers her things before leaving without saying another word. She nods to Pauline as she leaves the suite and the hotel.