Rhett awakes, drowsily reaches for his wife, and instead finds James lying beside him reading a book.
Rhett: What are you doing here?
James (curtly): Get dressed. We’re going fishing.
The old man has never taken Rhett fishing before. Rhett senses something is wrong but doesn’t want to ask what.
Rhett: Nice car.
James: Aye, a kind woman named Agnes Crumplebottom donated it to me when I first arrived in SV.
Rhett: You must have been good friends, for her to give you such an expensive present.
James: I never knew her.
Rhett: Was she a philanthropist, then?
James: Something like that.
They subside into an uneasy silence.
James: Here’s your fishing rod. Get busy. You can help me meet my anchovy target.
They fish in silence for a while, Rhett uneasily wondering what the old man has in mind.
Then James asks casually: So what’s this I hear about you having a daughter in France, then? Have you been fooling around on my granddaughter?
Rhett, miserable: How did you find out?
James: That’s hardly the point, now is it? You’d better come clean, laddie. And I shall take it very hard if you lie to me.
Rhett: Oh, I’m glad it’s out in the open! It’s been bothering me and I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. It happened last time I went to France - all of a sudden, there she was, claiming to be my daughter. I’ve never heard of her before. Her name is Mathilde, and she’s older than Sleuth, and I swear I never even met her mother!
James: Aye, that fits with what the private investigator found.
Rhett: You hired a private investigator?
James: Of course.
Rhett: Not that guy who hangs around the park trying to hide behind the bushes?
James: The same.
Rhett: Do you think he’s … competent?
James: Well, he’s the only one in town.
Rhett: So what did he find out?
James: Apparently the girl’s mother saw you shopping at the Relics store and fingered you as a rich tourist. When she had the baby, with no father around, she decided to try to pass off the child as yours, hoping to get you to part with some money to keep her quiet.
Rhett: So it was all a scam?
James: Every bit.
Rhett: What now?
James: I told my accountant to pay her a small stipend until the child grows up, on condition that she doesn’t bother us or any other unsuspecting tourist. If I find out that she’s been up to her old tricks, the money stops.
Rhett: Does Christie need to know about this?
James: Oh, she knows. I explained the situation to her. She trusts you, boy. And she trusts me to look after her interests as well.
Rhett: Thank you, James, you’ve taken a weight off my mind.
James: Well, just remember: I look out for my family. So you stay on the straight and narrow, laddie.
Rhett: I will! Say, can we go fishing again sometime?