Back The Hotel on Mulberry Bay
Chapters (56)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Melissa Hill
  4. Title page
  5. Copyright page
  6. Dedication page
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Chapter 42
  50. Chapter 43
  51. Chapter 44
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Epilogue
  56. Acknowledgements

‘Of course, I’m just saying that it doesn’t look exactly the way it should, it’s a bit loose around the edges there – you see? It’s easy enough to find a machine that can rewrap vinyl. But you do have to have an eye for these things,’ he added with a nonchalant shrug that made Rick’s blood boil.

What are you saying, mate? That I don’t know original when I see it?

Rick opened his mouth to speak, to defend his knowledge and more importantly his honour, but the other guy ignored him and continued talking to the girl.

‘But it is indeed a UK pressing. That’s what we are looking for.’

Penny nodded and took the record from him. ‘He played Yellow Submarine to me and Elle – when Mum was pregnant with us. I read it in her diary. He really wanted us to love the Beatles as much as he did – so he played their music for us.’ She chuckled nostalgically and Rick felt a lull of boredom overcome him – it was the same feeling he had whenever anyone started talking about their family, kids, the holiday they took last year. None of that mattered – it was the fuzzy background noise on a 45 to him – he simply wished they would get on to what mattered, namely the music. The records. The vinyl. The cost.

‘So what do you think?’ he interrupted.

Penny smiled kindly at him and started to open her mouth to speak, but the guy beat her to it. ‘How much?’ he asked dryly.

‘Two grand,’ Rick answered with conviction, causing Penny to go immediately white.

But the toff didn’t hesitate. ‘Absolutely not.’ He took the record from Penny’s hands and pushed it across the display case, giving it back to Rick.

‘That’s a fair price,’ stated Rick, trying to get the thought out of his head that this was the first enquiry he’d had since sinking a considerable amount of money into the record when he himself first bought it.

‘No it is not,’ said the guy nonplussed. ‘I know all about this one. Because I did my research before getting here. Now, I would tell Penny to buy this if this had been pressed by Odeon, and not EMI, which we both know was a subsidiary of the label back in the 1960s.’

Rick swallowed hard. The guy had done his research.