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  1. PHILIPPA GREGORY
  2. April 1603
  3. April 1603
  4. July 1604
  5. August 1604
  6. October 1605
  7. May 1607
  8. June 1607
  9. August 1607
  10. Summer 1608
  11. January 1610
  12. Summer 1610
  13. Autumn 1610
  14. Spring 1611
  15. Autumn 1611
  16. May 1612
  17. October 1612
  18. November 1612
  19. September 1616
  20. Summer 1618
  21. Spring 1620
  22. 1622
  23. 1623
  24. 1624
  25. March 1625
  26. Spring 1625
  27. May 1625
  28. Summer 1626
  29. Summer 1627
  30. Autumn 1627
  31. November 1627
  32. Winter 1627
  33. Spring 1628
  34. Summer 1628
  35. Late Summer 1628
  36. November 1628
  37. December 1628
  38. Spring 1629
  39. 1630
  40. Summer 1631
  41. Winter 1632–3
  42. Summer 1633
  43. Winter 1633–4
  44. Spring 1634
  45. January 1635
  46. Spring 1635
  47. Summer 1635
  48. 1636
  49. December 1636
  50. 1637
  51. December 1637
  52. Spring 1638
  53. About the Author
  54. Also by the Author
  55. Copyright
  56. About the Publisher

‘There’s a man at the door with a bulb in a pot,’ J reported. ‘Will only speak to you. I s’pose it’s a tulip.’

John turned at the word ‘tulip’. ‘I’ll come at once.’

The man was waiting in the hall. John drew him into the front room, J following, and they closed the door.

‘What d’you have for me?’

‘A Semper Augustus,’ the man said softly. From the depths of his pocket he produced a letter. ‘This attests to it.’

‘D’you think we’re fools?’ J demanded. ‘Where would you get a Semper Augustus from? How would they ever let it out of the country?’

The man looked shifty. ‘This attests to it,’ he repeated. ‘A letter for you alone, signed Van Meer.’

John broke the seal and read. He nodded at J. ‘It does,’ he said. ‘He swears to me that there is a bulb in that pot from the original Semper Augustus. How did it come to your hands?’

‘I’m merely the courier, master,’ the man said uncomfortably. ‘There was a bankruptcy in a house. Whose house need not concern you. The bailiffs took goods, but there was a man who did not know his job and did not spot the bulbs.’ He gave a sly smile. ‘I heard the mistress bundled them into a crock with a string of onions. So here they are, available for sale. The bankrupt gentleman, whose name we don’t mention, wanted them offered out of Holland. He thought of you and commissioned me to bring them to you. Cash,’ he added.

‘We’ll pay when we see the blooms and not before,’ J said.

‘The letter certifies them,’ the man said. ‘And I have orders to give you only a day to decide and then take them elsewhere. There are other great gardeners in England, gentlemen.’

‘They are all friends of ours,’ J growled. ‘And if I think this is an onion, they will think so too.’

The man smiled. He was completely confident. ‘It is no onion. But if you spread it on your bread it will be the most expensive dinner you have ever eaten.’

‘May I take it from the pot?’ John asked.

The man flinched a little, and it was that which convinced J as much as anything that the bulb was indeed the priceless Semper.

‘Very well,’ he said. ‘But have a care … I’d let no other man disturb it.’