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Chapters (64)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Family Tree
  6. Epigraph
  7. Prologue
  8. I. Harry and Emma 1964–1965
  9. Chapter 1
  10. Chapter 2
  11. Chapter 3
  12. Chapter 4
  13. Chapter 5
  14. Chapter 6
  15. Chapter 7
  16. Chapter 8
  17. Chapter 9
  18. Chapter 10
  19. Chapter 11
  20. Chapter 12
  21. Chapter 13
  22. Chapter 14
  23. II. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1966
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. III. Giles Barrington 1970
  27. Chapter 17
  28. Chapter 18
  29. Chapter 19
  30. Chapter 20
  31. Chapter 21
  32. Chapter 22
  33. Chapter 23
  34. IV. Sebastian Clifton 1970
  35. Chapter 24
  36. Chapter 25
  37. Chapter 26
  38. Chapter 27
  39. V. Lady Virginia Fenwick 1970
  40. Chapter 28
  41. Chapter 29
  42. Chapter 30
  43. Chapter 31
  44. Chapter 32
  45. VI. Sebastian Clifton 1970
  46. Chapter 33
  47. Chapter 34
  48. Chapter 35
  49. Chapter 36
  50. VII. Harry and Emma 1970
  51. Chapter 37
  52. Chapter 38
  53. Chapter 39
  54. Chapter 40
  55. Chapter 41
  56. Chapter 42
  57. Chapter 43
  58. Chapter 44
  59. Chapter 45
  60. Chapter 46
  61. Chapter 47
  62. About the Author
  63. Also by Jeffrey Archer
  64. Newsletter Sign-up

“No, it most certainly is not, major, but why did you need to use a broker in Hong Kong to carry out these transactions, a Mr. Benny Driscoll?”

“Benny is an old friend who used to work in the city, and I am loyal to my friends, Mr. Trelford.”

“I’m sure you are, major, but were you aware that at the time of your dealings, the Irish Garda had a warrant out for Mr. Driscoll’s arrest for fraud and share manipulation?”

Sir Edward was quickly on his feet.

“Yes, yes, Sir Edward,” said Mrs. Justice Lane. “I do hope, Mr. Trelford, you are not suggesting that Major Fisher was aware of this warrant but was still willing to do business with Mr. Driscoll?”

“That would have been my next question, my lady,” said Trelford, the innocent schoolboy look returning.

“No, I did not know,” protested Fisher, “and had I done so, I certainly wouldn’t have continued to deal with him.”

“That’s reassuring,” said Trelford. He opened a large black file in front of him and took out a single sheet of paper, covered in figures. “When you purchased shares on behalf of Lady Virginia, how were you paid?”

“On commission. One percent of the buying or selling price, which is standard practice.”

“Very right and proper,” said Trelford, making a show of putting the sheet of paper back in his file. He then extracted a second sheet, which he studied with equal interest. “Tell me, major, were you aware that on each occasion after you had asked your loyal friend, Mr. Driscoll, to carry out these transactions for Lady Virginia, he also bought and sold shares in Barrington’s on his own behalf, which he must have known was illegal.”

“I had no idea he was doing that, and I would have reported him to the Stock Exchange had I been aware of it.”

“Would you indeed? So you had no idea that he made several thousand pounds piggybacking your transactions?”

“No, I did not.”

“And that he has recently been suspended by the Hong Kong Exchange for unprofessional conduct?”

“I was not aware of that, but then I haven’t dealt with him for several years.”

“Haven’t you?” said Trelford, returning the second sheet to his file and taking out a third. He adjusted his glasses and studied a row of figures on the page in front of him before saying, “Did you also, on three separate occasions, buy and sell shares for yourself, making a handsome profit each time?”