“We?” I murmured.
He glared at me. “You don’t think I’ll let him go without me, do you?”
St John looked up, some of his colour returning. “I won’t go without him,” he told me defiantly.
“Very well.” Whether they might believe me or not, I was pleased to see them so staunchly together. “We’re going to pick up someone I know. He’s one of the best.”
“Best what?” Dorincourt demanded.
I looked at my wristwatch, ignoring the question. “It’s time we left. I promised Tanner we’d be at his flat by noon.”
* * * *
It was noon precisely when we arrived at Tanner’s flat. Once again the door opened before I had the opportunity to knock.
“James.” Tanner, his contacts once again in place, smiled warmly at me. Why had I been at such pains to keep him at arm’s length all these years?
“This is Jeremy Tanner, a…colleague of mine.” For a moment I thought he looked disappointed. “Tanner, my nephew, Mr St John Ashford, and Robert Dorincourt, the young man I mentioned to you.”