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“There’s a book I want to start,” he replied. “I think I’d like an afternoon of reading. Take the office next to mine downstairs. There’s a printer there, if you need it.”

“All right.”

“Gala, you’ve been very quiet. Anything on your mind?”

“Nothing in particular,” she said. “I think I’ll go up to London tomorrow. The Chelsea Flower Show is on, and I have a friend who can get me a ticket. I’ll take the train up.”

“It should be a good day for it, no rain in the forecast. That means you should take an umbrella. You never know in this country.”

“That’s probably good advice,” she said.

Stone repaired to a wing chair with his book, and Gala went to work.

26

Stone had Gala driven to the station early the following morning. “Call me, and I’ll pick you up on the return trip,” he said to her. She kissed him and left.

A little later, Stone’s phone rang. “Hello?”

“Mr. Barrington, it’s Mr. Scott at the Beaulieu Arrington.”

“Good morning, Mr. Scott. Have you found an excuse to throw Boris Tirov out of your hotel?”

“I’m pleased to say that it wasn’t necessary. Mr. Tirov checked out five minutes ago of his own volition. A car came to get him. I thought you’d like to know.”

“I’m very pleased to hear it. Did you have any problems with him?”

“He sent a steak back to the kitchen, saying it was overcooked. Otherwise, he was just the usual guest.”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

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Stone lunched alone in the library, which had become his favorite room. Geoffrey came in: “Mr. Barrington, Dame Felicity is on the phone for you.”

Stone picked it up. “Hello, there.”

“And a happy noon to you. My request for information on Mr. Tirov has produced unexpectedly rapid results.”

“That was pretty quick.”

“Turns out, it wasn’t very hard to get.”

“What did you find out?”

“There is a Viktor Petrov connection,” Felicity replied. “Turns out Tirov and President Petrov were classmates at the KGB Academy in Minsk, so they go way back.”

“I don’t know if that’s good news or bad.”

“Neither do I. This is raw data, unprocessed.”

“Go on.”

“The two young men served together for some years, then Petrov went into politics, and Tirov got a lucky break.”

“What sort of break?”