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Chapters (71)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Family Tree
  6. Prologue
  7. Harry and Emma Clifton: 1970–1971
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Giles Barrington: 1971
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Lady Virginia Fenwick: 1971
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Sebastian Clifton: 1971
  25. Chapter 15
  26. Chapter 16
  27. Chapter 17
  28. Chapter 18
  29. Chapter 19
  30. Chapter 20
  31. Chapter 21
  32. Lady Virginia Fenwick: 1972
  33. Chapter 22
  34. Chapter 23
  35. Chapter 24
  36. Maisie Clifton: 1972
  37. Chapter 25
  38. Emma Clifton: 1972–1975
  39. Chapter 26
  40. Chapter 27
  41. Chapter 28
  42. Sebastian Clifton: 1975
  43. Chapter 29
  44. Chapter 30
  45. Chapter 31
  46. Chapter 32
  47. Hakim Bishara: 1975
  48. Chapter 33
  49. Chapter 34
  50. Chapter 35
  51. Chapter 36
  52. Chapter 37
  53. Chapter 38
  54. Giles Barrington: 1976–1977
  55. Chapter 39
  56. Chapter 40
  57. Chapter 41
  58. Chapter 42
  59. Chapter 43
  60. Chapter 44
  61. Chapter 45
  62. Chapter 46
  63. Harry and Emma Clifton: 1978
  64. Chapter 47
  65. Chapter 48
  66. Chapter 49
  67. Chapter 50
  68. Epilogue: 1978
  69. About the Author
  70. Also by Jeffrey Archer
  71. Newsletter Sign-up

“Please give Jean my love and tell her how grateful I am that she allowed you to come out of retirement for five months. Have a wonderful time in Burma, and thank you once again.” Ross was about to shake hands with the chairman when Hakim threw his arms around him and gave him a bear hug, something the Scotsman had never experienced before.

Once Ross had left, Hakim walked across to the window and waited until he saw him leave the building and hail a taxi. He then returned to his desk and asked his secretary to get Mr. Vaughan of Savills on the line.

“Mr. Bishara, good to hear from you. Can I possibly interest you in a duplex flat in Mayfair, prime location, excellent park views—”

“No, Mr. Vaughan, you cannot. But you could sell me a flat in Edinburgh that I know has been on your books for several months.”

“We’ve already got a bid for Mr. Buchanan’s property in Argyll Street, but it’s still a couple of thousand shy of the asking price.”

“Fine, then take it off the market, sell it to the underbidder and I’ll cover the shortfall.”

“We’re talking a couple of thousand pounds, Mr. Bishara.”

“Cheap at double the price,” said Hakim.

Giles Barrington: 1976–1977

GILES BARRINGTON

1976–1977

Chapter 39

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THE GOVERNOR’S OFFICE

June 12th, 1976

Dear Lord Barrington

You may not remember me but we met some twelve years ago, on the Buckingham’s maiden voyage to New York. At that time I was a congressman for the eleventh district of Louisiana, better known as Baton Rouge. Since then, I’ve become State Governor, and have recently been reelected to serve a second term. May I congratulate you on your own return to the Cabinet as Leader of the Lords.

I’m writing to let you know that I will be in London for a few days toward the end of July, and wondered if you could spare the time to see me on a private matter, concerning a close friend, constituent and major backer of my party.

My friend had an unfortunate experience with a certain Lady Virginia Fenwick when visiting London some five years ago, who I subsequently discovered is your former wife. The matter I wish to seek your advice on does not reflect well on Lady Virginia, with whom you may still be on good terms. If that is the case, I will of course understand, and will seek to resolve the problem in some other way.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Yours sincerely

The Honorable Hayden Rankin

Giles remembered the governor only too well. His shrewd advice and discretion had helped to avert a major catastrophe when the IRA attempted to sink the Buckingham on her maiden voyage, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten Hayden Rankin’s parting words on the subject, “You owe me one.”