‘Well, of course, there are many unions. Lord Edgerton’s friends represent, shall we say, certain interests in this union of theirs. Mr Mosley himself would have attended this morning’s meeting, had he not been subsumed in some other business. We’re to make them feel . . .’ Maynard Charles paused, and Billy wondered if he was himself wrestling with the idea. ‘Welcome,’ Maynard concluded. ‘So I’ll be expecting your usual good service. They’ll be using the Queen Mary to host various . . . associates over the next weeks and months. Whatever those fellows want, you’re to fetch it for them, day or night. We need their custom, and we need Lord Edgerton kept happy. Don’t ask questions, Billy. But do, of course, remember the things you’ve heard. You can do that for an old man, can’t you?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘You’re an estimable chap, Billy Brogan.’ Maynard Charles extended a hand. ‘Off with you now.’

Billy turned as if to take flight deeper into the Buckingham – Vivienne’s package still lingered in his back pocket – when Maynard Charles coughed, ostentatiously.

‘See if our guests need errands performed first, won’t you, boy?’

Inwardly, Billy cringed. ‘Right away, sir.’

*

The Queen Mary was the most ostentatious of the dining rooms in the Buckingham, but it was not ordinarily open for breakfast – and consequently, Lord Edgerton and his guests were alone in the opulent expanse. A single crystal chandelier, all sixteen of its lights aflame, hung above them, so that they appeared to be taking tea beneath an enormous halo. At least this made Billy less conspicuous, he thought. He could linger on the edges of the room and not be seen.

Altogether six men were seated around the table, being waited on by Mr Simenon and a trio of waiters in pure white shirts. Five of them appeared the same age and stature as Lord Edgerton himself, but the sixth was smaller and younger – lithe, thought Billy, with an almost effete look. The youngest man had been fortunate enough to be given a seat beside Vivienne Edgerton, and she too looked relieved to have the company. Whatever the elder men were talking about, at least she had a friend. Another mouse to toy with, thought Billy. Lord help this one if he falls under her spell.

By increments, Billy came closer, close enough that he could hear Vivienne trying to contain her laughter.