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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

“While you were on the line, sir, your secretary called. She asked if you would ring a Mr. Bishara at the bank urgently. She gave me the number. Shall I try and get him on the line?”

“Yes please,” said Seb, then put the phone down and waited. He checked his watch, and hoped Hakim hadn’t already gone to lunch. The phone rang.

“Thanks for calling back, Seb. I realize you’ve got a lot on your mind at the moment, but I have some sad news. Saul Kaufman has died. I thought you ought to know immediately, not just because of the takeover deal we’re in the middle of, but, more important, I know Victor is one of your oldest friends.”

“Thank you, Hakim. How very sad. I greatly admired the old man. Victor will be my next call.”

“Kaufman’s shares have fallen sharply, which is hard to explain, seeing Saul hasn’t been in to the office for over a year.”

“You and I know that,” said Seb, “but the public doesn’t. Don’t forget, Saul founded the bank. His name is still at the top of the notepaper, so investors who don’t know any better will wonder if it’s a one-man band. But taking into account the bank’s strong balance sheet, and its considerable assets, in my opinion Kaufman’s shares were already well below market value even before Saul’s death.”

“Do you think they might fall even further?”

“No one gets in at the bottom and out at the top,” said Seb. “If they fall below three pounds—and they were £3.26 when I left—I’d be a buyer. But remember Farthings already has six percent of Kaufman’s stock, and if we go over ten percent, the bank of England will require us to make a full takeover bid, and we’re not quite ready for that.”

“I think there may be someone else in the market.”

“That will be Desmond Mellor, but he’s only a spoiler. He doesn’t have the sort of capital to make a real impact. Believe me, he’ll run out of steam.”

“Unless he has someone else backing him.”

“No one in the City would consider backing Mellor, as Adrian Sloane and Jim Knowles have already discovered.”

“Thanks for the advice, Seb. I’ll buy a few more Kaufman’s shares if they fall below three pounds, and then we can look at the bigger picture once you get back. By the way, how’s it all going out there?”

“I wouldn’t buy shares in Clifton Enterprises.”

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