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expert you were expecting? Is the diary genuine? I have to know…’
    Dr Casswell allowed himself a narrow smile. He looked her up and down, eyes as dark as crystal.
    ‘So you have to know, do you, Miss Morgan?’ he said, taking a glass from the tray on the side table and settling in the chair Sarah had so recently vacated. ‘How very interesting. One day, my dear, you will learn to be silent. Now take off that towel and let me look at you.’ His voice was barely above a whisper.
    Sarah did as she was told, letting it drift to the floor. Already her pulse had quickened. She dropped her gaze in an act of submission.
    ‘Good,’ Casswell said, beckoning her closer, and without thinking Sarah dropped onto all fours and crept to him, delighted and relieved and lifted by his presence, although unable to explain why. He stroked her hair, pushing it back off her face. Her breasts, still naked, trimmed by the torn remnants of the feathered costume, brushed against his thighs.
    ‘You are a precious creature,’ he said, cupping her breasts, toying with the erect nipples as he spoke. ‘The bad news is that the diary you and I have been working on is a forgery.’
    Sarah felt her heart contract sharply. As she struggled to find something to say, Casswell continued in a low voice. ‘The expert who flew in this afternoon has seen the authentic article in a museum in Turkey. Our volume and at least one of the other diaries that follow it are stored there.
    ‘The manuscript we have been working on is a clever and apparently very accurate copy, by a master forger at the beginning of this century when an inventory was taken of the books at Father Orme’s old abbey.’ Casswell paused and looked down into Sarah’s eyes. ‘I have to admit; I’d already suspected it wasn’t the original, but it is important you understand, Sarah, that the diary is not a fake. All the stories about Beatrice are true; those are her words, her thoughts, her passions and pains, just transcribed by another at a later date – much as you and I are doing.’
    He lifted her chin and wiped away the single tear that meandered onto her cheek.
    ‘Oliver Turner has already asked me if I would like to go to Turkey to examine the original book, and its companion volumes if I can track them down. He’s agreed to finance the whole expedition.’ Casswell paused for a few more seconds to let the words sink in. ‘I’ve told him to arrange for Chang and my personal assistant to travel with me.’ Sarah stared at him, sorting through what he had said. ‘I’ll need someone I can trust to type up the transcripts. I plan to leave at the end of the month, and will make arrangements for you to come with me.’
    Sarah, tearful with relief and gratitude, dropped her head into his lap and nuzzled there like a faithful dog. She could feel his cock hardening as he pulled her closer, so slowly she unfastened his fly and began to lick and suck his thickening shaft; a slave to her master. She moaned softly as she tasted the nectar of his excitement, and like Beatrice, she savoured a sense of coming home.
Chapter 2
    ‘My dear Casswell, it seems so long since we have seen you, my friend.’ As he spoke, Uri Weissman poured iced tea for Sarah and Dr Casswell from an elegant glass pitcher. ‘I am delighted that at last you and your companion are here in Turkey, in my home. Delighted too that I can finally repay your hospitality after all these years. I trust your journey went well?’
    The first floor room into which they had been shown, was furnished with an eclectic and exotic mix of European and Middle Eastern artefacts. Along the cream washed walls, long sofas and low tables were set amongst ferns and ornaments and complex panels made from brass and carved hardwoods. The late morning air was heavy with the scent of incense, sandalwood and ylang-ylang burning in a thurible, its perfumed smoke rising effortlessly in an idle twisting plume to the ceiling.
    In an ornate cage