“Good evening! Harry Paterson here. I believe you wanted me to call you?” My voice echoed around the deserted piano room at The Hall.
“Hi there, Sir Harry, how you doing?” The insincerity was almost tangible from the tired voice at the American Embassy telephone number. “Have you got the original card that you were given in that pub on the moors with you?”
“Yes, I have,” I replied.
“Okay, let the night"s performance begin. He we go, your Lordship. I"m going to send you a numerical code. Reading from the left, second line down on that card, take the letters that the code directly relates to, and turn them back into numbers from a twenty-six letter alphabet. You following me so far, HP?” The gall of the man. HP indeed!
“I think I am. If the first number that you send is a one, and the fi
