Laurence ordered a car and asked the concierge to get them a table at Spago Beverly Hills for lunch. He had a thought. “Please book the table in the name of Beresford,” he said.

“As you wish, sir.”

“Where did you come up with that name?” Theresa asked.

“It’s my mother’s maiden name and my middle name.”

“Nice to have an alias, in the circumstances.”

—

THEY WERE DRIVEN to Beverly Hills and strolled Rodeo Drive, looking in windows and doing some light shopping. When he started into the Ralph Lauren shop she tugged at his sleeve. “I’d rather do that at home and get my discount.”

They visited Cartier, and Laurence bought her a tank wristwatch and an extra-large one for himself. When they pulled up to Spago for lunch and got out of the Bentley, someone with a camera ran up and took their photograph.

“Can they know?” Theresa asked.

“Unlikely. They probably shoot everyone who gets out of a Bentley.” Inside he gave the name Beresford to the woman at the lectern.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Hayward, right this way.” She led them to a table at the center of the garden.

“How did you know my name?” he asked the woman as they were seated.

“Just a moment.” She disappeared and came back with a newspaper. “See the entertainment section,” she said.

Laurence found it, and his photograph was on the first page, with the headline “English Schoolmaster Wins Powerball Big.” Full details followed.

“You had a beard?” Theresa asked, looking at the photograph.

“Yes, and as you can see, a lot more hair. Dino said a shave and a haircut were a good disguise for me, and he was right. At least they don’t have a more recent photograph.”

—

THEY WERE IN the middle of lunch when the woman approached. “Mr. Hayward, I’m afraid that there is a knot of paparazzi at the front door. When you’re ready to leave the restaurant we can get you out the rear door. You might let your driver know.”

“Thank you so much,” he said, and called the car. “Park somewhere near the rear of the restaurant, not at the door, but within sight of it. I’ll call back when we’re ready to leave.” He hung up. “Relax, let’s finish our lunch.”

After he had paid the check, he called the driver. “Right now at the rear door, and have the car door open when we emerge.” He hung up. “Shall we make our escape?”

The head waitress escorted them to a rear door and peeped outside. “Your car is there and ready,” she said.

They ran from the door to the waiting car and dove into the rear seat, then they were off.

“If we’re followed, try to lose them,” Laurence said to the driver.