The Viscount looked surprised, but he did not ask the obvious question.
“My father died a month ago,” Richard Dickenson explained. “And, as you can well imagine, everything is a mess, although it’s difficult to see the reason for it.”
“I know just what you mean,” the Viscount replied. “Solicitors always make the worst of everything simply to tell you at the end how clever they have been.”
His friend laughed and sat down beside him.
“Let me stand you a drink,” he said. “Surprisingly, I can afford it much better than I expected.”
“I think under the circumstances you should have one with me,” the Viscount said, “but we will not quarrel about it.”
Richard Dickenson laughed, hailed a Steward and ordered champagne.
“I have been hearing about you, Neil,” he said.
“Nothing to my advantage,
