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with the details. This whole affair must be conducted in secret and remain a secret for all time. It is non-negotiable. Absolute silence from all concerned is a sine qua non .’
    Laurence Samson looked at James Monk with suspicion in his eyes. ‘I’m not at all sure how you can guarantee something like that,’ he said, making it sound like an accusation.
    Monk gave a slight shrug but didn’t see fit to respond, and no one else seemed willing to elaborate. Samson was clearly uncomfortable with the information he was deducing – a clear case of there being some things it was better not to know but unfortunately knowing only too well what they were.
    ‘We wouldn’t expect you to be involved in … the mechanics of security, Sir Laurence,’ said the Cambridge man, hoping to bring Samson back on board. ‘We are here to assist you in any way we can in achieving our twin goals – a cure for our friend’s son and to make sure that the whole affair remains a secret. You are solely concerned with the former.’
    Samson nodded his understanding.
    ‘What I would suggest’, continued the Cambridge man, ‘is that all of us simply concentrate on the role we each have to play.’
    There were nods around the table.
    ‘Good, then let’s not concern ourselves too deeply with the duties of others. If we all play our individual parts, we must stand a good chance of pulling off something quite remarkable.’
    ‘And if it should fail?’ asked the nervous man.
    ‘Let’s not even consider that,’ said the Cambridge man with ice in his voice.
    ‘Hear hear,’ said a couple of voices in unison, causing the nervous man to retreat into his shell.
    ‘So, gentlemen, it’s time for the big question. Are we all agreed that we should help our friend in his hour of need?’ The Cambridge man looked around the room. ‘Charles?’
    A man wearing an Old Etonian tie nodded.
    ‘Marcus? Christopher?’
    Two more nods.
    ‘Colonel?’
    A man wearing a Guards regimental tie nodded. ‘I’ll certainly do my bit.’
    ‘Malcolm?’
    The nervous man nodded. ‘I suppose so.’
    ‘Doctor?’
    The man wearing the caduceus tie said, ‘Sir Laurence and I have identified the best practitioners in the country and given their details to James’ people for screening after the initial approach.’
    ‘And the initial approach?’
    ‘The usual legal firm has agreed to manage things with its customary absolute discretion.’
    ‘All candidates are currently under surveillance,’ said Monk.
    ‘Good,’ said the Cambridge man. ‘We don’t want any of them swanning off to conferences on the other side of the world just when we need them most.’

THREE
     
     
    ‘You were very restless last night,’ Cassie Motram said when her husband appeared in the kitchen for breakfast. John Motram wrapped his dressing gown around him and manoeuvred himself up on to one of the new stools that Cassie had bought to accompany a recently installed breakfast bar. He was a little too short for this to be an entirely comfortable procedure and his irritation showed.
    ‘I feel like I’m in an American film,’ he complained. ‘What in God’s name was wrong with a table and chairs?’
    ‘We’re moving with the times,’ Cassie insisted, dismissing his complaint. ‘Now, as I was saying …’
    ‘Bad dreams.’
    ‘Mmm. You’ve been having a lot of these lately. What’s on your mind?’
    Her husband gave her a sideways glance, as if deciding whether or not to come clean, before saying, ‘I don’t think they’re going to renew my research grant for the historical stuff.’
    ‘They always have in the past. Why should this time be any different? Or are they using the credit crunch as an excuse like everyone else in this country?’
    ‘It’s not just that; the university’s changing,’ said John. ‘Scholarship’s becoming a thing of the past. The pursuit of knowledge is no longer good enough for the suits in the corridors of power: there has to be an “end

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