Chapters (71)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Family Tree
- Prologue
- Harry and Emma Clifton: 1970–1971
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Giles Barrington: 1971
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Lady Virginia Fenwick: 1971
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Sebastian Clifton: 1971
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Lady Virginia Fenwick: 1972
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Maisie Clifton: 1972
- Chapter 25
- Emma Clifton: 1972–1975
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Sebastian Clifton: 1975
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Hakim Bishara: 1975
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Giles Barrington: 1976–1977
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Harry and Emma Clifton: 1978
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Epilogue: 1978
- About the Author
- Also by Jeffrey Archer
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“Bishara is constantly on the phone to the dealing room from wherever he is in the world, and it’s amazing what a skilful electrical engineer can do with the help of the latest equipment. Just listen to these four tapes.” There was a moment’s pause, before Mellor heard a click and then the words, Don’t buy Amalgamated Wire, because we’re currently in negotiations with them, and that would be insider trading.
“And now a second,” said Sloane. Another pause. Buy your secretary something special, Gavin. She’s served the bank well over the years. Charge it to me, but don’t let anyone know I authorized it.
“And a third: You’ve had an excellent year, Gavin, keep up the good work, and I’m sure it will be reflected in your annual bonus.” An even longer silence followed, when Mellor began to wonder if he’d been cut off.
“Now, after a professional cut-and-paste job,” said Sloane, “it sounds like this: Buy Amalgamated Wire, but don’t let anyone know I authorized it, because that would be insider trading. Keep up the good work, Gavin, and I’m sure it will be reflected in your annual bonus.”
“That’s good,” said Mellor. “But what happens if the other tapes are discovered?”
“Unlike Richard Nixon, I’ll personally destroy them.”
“But your contact could once again be the weak link in the chain.”
“Not this time. The people Gavin deals with don’t take kindly to punters who fail to pay their gambling debts. They’ve already threatened to break his legs.”
“But what’s to stop him changing his mind once we’ve paid them off?”
“I won’t be handing over any money until he’s delivered the tape to the Bank of England, along with an It’s with considerable regret that I have to inform you … letter.”
“How much is it going to cost me?”
“Just over a thousand pounds.”
“And there’s no chance of anyone knowing I’m involved?”
“Was there last time?” said Sloane.
“No, but there’s more at stake this time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Strictly entre nous, Adrian, there’s just a possibility that I might be in the New Year’s honors list.” He hesitated. “A knighthood.”
“Many congratulations,” said Sloane. “I have a feeling the Bank of England would approve of Sir Desmond Mellor taking over as chairman of Farthings.”
“When will your man deliver the tape to the Bank of England?”
“Some time next week.”
The buzzer on Mai Ling’s alarm clock starting purring.
“Perfect timing,” said Mellor, as he slammed down the phone, got off the table and disappeared into the bathroom.
Mai Ling agreed. While Mellor was in the shower she unscrewed the mouthpiece on the phone and removed the recording device. She then folded up the massage table, placed the bottles back in the case and threw the soiled towels in the laundry basket.