“He couldn’t make it more obvious,” said Seb. “But as long as my mother is chairman, he can forget it.”

“I agree, just so long as your mother is chairman. But surely you noticed that he’s already begun to park his tanks on your front lawn?”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you read this morning’s Financial Times, you’ll find tucked away under new appointments that Adrian Sloane has invited Mellor to become deputy chairman of Farthings. Now you tell me, what do those two have in common?”

This silenced Seb for the first time.

“An intense dislike of your family. But don’t despair,” continued Ross, “you still have a card up your sleeve that he’ll find hard to trump.”

“And what’s that?”

“Not what, who. Beryl Hardcastle and her fifty-one percent of Farthings’ stock. Beryl won’t consider signing any more documents sent by Sloane that haven’t been carefully scrutinized by her son first.”

“So what do you advise?”

“Once you’ve got six percent of the bank’s stock, you can park your tank on Sloane’s front lawn and cause havoc.”

“But if I were to get hold of Beryl Hardcastle’s fifty-one percent, I could park a whole army on Sloane’s front lawn, and he’d have no choice but to beat a hasty retreat.”

“Nice idea, as long as you know someone with the odd twenty million pounds to spare.”

“How about Bob Bingham?” said Seb.

“Bob’s a wealthy man, but I think you’ll find that’s even too much for him to consider.”

“Saul Kaufman?”

“In his present state of health, I suspect he’s a seller not a buyer.”

Seb looked disappointed.

“Try to forget taking over the bank for now, Seb. Concentrate on becoming a director and making Sloane’s life hell.”

Seb nodded. “I’ll go and see him as soon as I’m back from the States.”

“I think there’s someone else you should pay a visit to before you go to America.”

*   *   *

“What you have to appreciate, Sarah, is that although Macbeth is an ambitious man, Lady Macbeth is the key to him getting his hands on the crown. This was at a time when women’s rights didn’t exist, and her only hope of having any real influence in Scotland was to convince her weak, vacillating husband he should kill the king while he was a guest under their own roof. So I want to do that scene again, Sarah. Try to remember you’re a mean, conniving, evil piece of work, who’s trying to get her husband to commit murder. And this time, make sure you convince me, because if you do, you’ll convince the audience.”

Sebastian sat at the back of the hall and watched a group of enthusiastic young pupils rehearsing under the watchful eye of Mr. Swann. It was a pity that the stage was so small and cramped.