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Chapters (71)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Prologue
  5. Prologue 2
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. Chapter 53
  59. Chapter 54
  60. Chapter 55
  61. Chapter 56
  62. Chapter 57
  63. Chapter 58
  64. Chapter 59
  65. Chapter 60
  66. Chapter 61
  67. Chapter 62
  68. Chapter 63
  69. Author’s Note
  70. Also available by Frances Brody
  71. Author Biography

“If you are looking to find a gentleman and you have a picture—not that this happens very often, I’m sure. This is such a law-abiding country. Not a single person in this golf club feels the need to carry a gun.”

“No I don’t suppose they do.”

“Well then, here is my tip. Show the picture to a lady. If the case is reversed and you are looking for a lady, show the picture to a gentleman.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“You see my husband, he thought I might be right but he could not be sure. We were with our friends, the Diegels. Mrs. Diegel is of the same mind as I. She is back at the hotel now, but she would say just as I do that this is the man we met in Paris. He gave my husband his card.”

A cocktail glass was placed before Mrs. Espinosa. Sykes’s beer was carefully set on a small beermat.

“Cheers!” Mrs. Espinosa raised her glass.

“Cheers!” Sykes said, “And do you have the gentleman’s card?”

“I do, and I shall be sorry to part with it but I will remember his name. When you find him, please give him our warm regards. He has done nothing wrong, I hope.”

“We have no reason to believe that, Mrs. Espinosa.” He looked at the business card, expensive, embossed and, most importantly, with a name: Harry Aspinall. Under the name was an address of a chateau in Bordeaux.

“He said if we ever came to France, we must look him up. He would show us over his vineyard. I don’t suppose we shall ever see his vineyard. Of course he might arrive here, and then I could introduce you.”

“He expects to be at the tournament?”

“Yes, we’re looking out for him.”

Sykes took out his notebook. “It would be helpful if you could tell me everything you remember, Mrs. Espinosa.”

Mrs. Espinosa began.

“He is originally from England, as I expect you know, but has been living in France for a long time. He had to come back here. Truth to tell, he was a little agitated about it but he gave no details. He said that it would not be such a hardship because he would come and see the Ryder Cup and we would be sure to bump into each other. If the Brits won, the champagne would be on him, and vice versa.”

“Did he say why he was coming back to England?”

“He did not. We talked golf, not business. But there was a gentleman from Panama and I know that Harry Aspinall and he got to talking. The Panamanian gentleman had something to do with a mining company and the two of them seemed to have a lot of knowledge in common.”