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“A grand title that carries little or no influence,” she said with a sigh as Townsend refilled her elass

“So Summers makes all the decisions?”

“He certainly does I wouldn’t waste the foundation’s money on that pseudo-intellectual rubbish There’s so much real talent out there, if only soo and look for it”

“The exhibition ell hung,” said Townsend, trying to push her an extra yard

“Well hung?” she said in a tone of disbelief “I’, for thatto the pictures In any case, there’s only one thing in that gallery that ought to be hung”

There was a knock on the door Townsend rose from his chair and stood aside to allow the waiter to enter, pushing a laden trolley He set up a table in the center of the roo that the fish was in a warned the check and handed him a ten-dollar bill “Shall I come back and clear up later, sir?” the waiter asked politely He received a slight but firm shake of the head

Angela was already toying with her salad when Townsend took the seat opposite her He uncorked the chardonnay and filled both their glasses “So you feel that Summers possibly spent more than was strictly necessary on the exhibition?” he prompted

“More than was strictly necessary?” said Angela, as she tasted the white wine “He fritters away over a million dollars of the foundation’sto show for it other than a few parties, the sole purpose of which is to boost his ego”

“How does he h ato concentrate on his salad

“Well, take tonight’s exhibition That cost the foundation a quarter of a million for a start Then there’s his expense account, which runs second only to Ed Koch’s”

“So how does he get aith it?” asked Townsend, topping up her glass of wine He hoped she hadn’t noticed he’d hardly touched his

“Because there’s no one to check on what he’s up to,” said Angela “The foundation is controlled by his s—until the AGM, at least”

“Mrs Su

“No less,” said Angela

“Then why doesn’t she do so about it?”