The Inspector finds that she likes Chase Pakhet. The woman’s bad habits seem to have condensed rather than betrayed her. Smoking—however modified by science—is not good for you, and nor are red wine, whisky or bacon sandwiches, but all these Chase Pakhet avows inter alia are her favourite things. She likes, by her own estimation: bars with loud music; argument and scholarship; young men who flirt with her without meaning it; old men who flirt with her and do mean it; and women of any age who don’t get jealous about being upstaged by a woman who looks like a wine barrel. Around her eyes are enough crows’ feet to make—the Inspector realises the word is not "parliament" after all.