“Oh no. Nothing expensive. All the same …”

“You can tell the nurse, and she’ll let the laundry know. They might find it.”

“Do you think this happens quite often?”

“Probably.”

“Do they ever find the watches?”

“I couldn’t say. I believe the jobs down there are quite popular.”

“Right.”

“Look at it this way,” said Caruso cheerfully. “You may have lost a watch, but you’ve gained a son.”

When he got home, Gorham called Maggie’s parents and his mother. Then he opened a bottle of champagne, and made Bella have a drink with him to toast the birth, and told her she should come with him when he went back to the hospital, so that she could see the baby. He wanted Bella to bond with the baby too.

But first there was some time to kill. He was too excited just to sit down and look at television. He certainly couldn’t do any work. He started to pace about the apartment.

Maybe he’d call Juan. That would be good.

But he put it off for a moment, and continued to pace. He hardly wanted to think about the subject, but he couldn’t help himself.

What the devil was he going to do about that offer from the investment bank?

Millennium

THE CRISIS IN the life of Gorham Master developed so gradually that, as the years passed, he himself could not have said when the process first began. Probably it was when he’d refused the offer to join the investment house at the time of young Gorham Junior’s birth. At the time it had seemed for the best, and Maggie had agreed with his decision, too.

Since then, the flow of his life had been even. The stock market crash of ’87 had quite soon become a memory, albeit a painful one, as it subsided into its proper place as one more of the cycles of market boom and bust that had been repeating regularly now between London and New York for about three hundred years.

It had been succeeded, however, by another recession, this time in the New York real estate market, which had been rather beneficial to the Master family. For soon after his second son, Richard, was born, an eight-room apartment in the building became available. “And the asking price is only seventy percent of what I reckon it would have been two or three years ago,” he told Maggie. The financial logic was impeccable: trade up in a down market. It was an estate sale, too, and the trustees of the estate were glad to sell to a qualified buyer who was already in the building, so that there were no problems with getting the co-op board approval, and no need even to pay commission to a realtor. Gorham and Maggie were able to negotiate a highly advantageous price. They sold their six-room apartment, took out a joint mortgage for the difference, and bought the eight. The following year, Gorham had stood for election to the co-op board, and served on it for several years.