Shah frowned and began moving pieces of paper and pens around his desk, obviously unhappy. ‘This cannot be a coincidence, Miss Julianne,’ he said. ‘I have heard nothing from these detectives in four days. And now, an hour after the attempt on Mr Ross’s life, they insist on my attendance. I find myself in a quandary.’

He picked up an expensive-looking fountain pen from the blotter in front of him and began drumming it rapidly on the desk.

‘I cannot help but feel it is connected to this Cesky business. We have not had time to consider all of the intricacies involved, yet I think it might serve us well were you to accompany me in some guise or capacity. You have been dealing with this matter for some months now . . .’

‘I wouldn’t say I’ve been dealing with it, Shah,’ corrected Jules. ‘More like running away from it.’

‘Nevertheless,’ Shah responded, ‘I have only just begun to grapple with the implications of having this man as a possible enemy. Whereas you and Mr Ross have been contemplating the matter since you left New York City.’

He gave the blotter one loud and final drum stroke with the pen. A decision made.

‘Birendra, tell the police officers we shall meet them at four o’clock. Have my lawyer attend as well. And make sure he knows that my other lawyer will be coming with us.’

‘Your other lawyer, sir?’

Shah smiled like a grey nurse shark. ‘Miss Julianne has a classical education, Birendra. A shower, some clean clothes and an empty briefcase, and I’m sure no one will question her presence at this interview.’

‘What about your actual lawyer?’ asked Jules, not at all sure this was a good idea.

‘He will probably bill me for your time,’ the old Gurkha replied with another wide grin. ‘And of course I will pay him. He is most understanding when his bills are paid promptly.’

Shah stood up and rubbed his hands, like a man contemplating a long-awaited lunch. He looked over at his faithful number two. ‘Birendra, summon my daughter. She can show Miss Julianne through to the ladies’ wash facilities and provide her with some clean clothes. They are about the same size, and I know Ashmi keeps outfits hidden from me so that she might sneak out with her friends when she thinks my attention is elsewhere.’