Kapitel 64: Chapter 64

However, as soon as Tanner returned…

I gazed up at the night sky. It was clear, and while it might be spangled with stars, the many street lights of London obscured the view. Occasional fireworks vied with the half-moon as it lazily cast its light. It was cold, but nothing that should deter a brisk, four-mile walk.

Or perhaps just then I felt I deserved the discomfort.

Whistling the only song I could remember that was about New Year’s Eve, I set out for home.

* * * *

The telephone was ringing as I turned the key in the lock, and I threw open the door, shut it behind me and locked it, and hurried to the kitchen to answer it. “Trevalyan here.”

“It’s Rogers, sir. Did that old bugger pass on my message to you?”

“He did, and I’ll thank you not to refer to my father’s butler as an old bugger.” I couldn’t recall the last time I’d felt this light-hearted, and then I could. It had been in Rome, and Jeremy had still been alive.

“I…Bloody hell. I beg your pardon, sir.”