Who Was on the Telephone?

The date was 04/20/1964. The time was 21:23. The place was the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, hosting clumsy British superspy, Peregrine Carruthers.

Peregrine was busy engaged in sexual intercourse with a rather nymphomaniac French woman, one who agreed to provide clues for Peregrine in exchange for a good shag with him. Suddenly, the telephone rang.

Peregrine groaned as he picked up the telephone. He said, "Ah, that's the telephone. Sorry for interrupting our wonderful shag, I've got to answer it." He picked up the telephone.

"Hello? This is superspy Peregrine Carruthers, employee of the Zonal Organization for World Intelligence and Espionage. What do you want?"

A thickly accented French voice roared through the receiver. "QUE FAITES-VOUS AVEC MA FILLE?" it said. Peregrine took notice of this voice, knowing how to speak French. He replied, in a sharp Cockney accent, with "Ce n'est pas vos affaires." He then hung up.

Peregrine asked her, "How did your father get my number and why is he so bloody pissed?"

"My father died during the landings in Holland. He was a nice man."

They continued peacefully with their shag. However, throughout their shag, throughout Peregrine's mission, and continually into the age where you're a grouchy old man rotting in a rocking chair, these words still continually rung throughout his mind...

THEN WHO WAS PHONE?