Chapter 40New YorkThe call reached Horst Schendler when he was waiting in
the library. He had been collected from the Peninsula New York Hotel on
Fifth Avenue and whisked twenty-five miles north of the city to a spot
alongside the Hudson River. During the hour-long journey, there had been no
exchanges between either the driver or his companion, until they entered the
estate’s large entrance gates and swept up the quarter-mile long
drive.
The passenger in the front seat got out and opened the
rear door.
“This is it, Mr Schendler. Our instructions are to
take you back in precisely thirty minutes’ time.”
A clone of the man who had spoken – dressed similarly
in a black suit and red tie – led him into the imposing, pseudo-gothic
mansion and across an expanse of tiled hall to the ro
