Phil"s office was locked and deserted. The filing cabinets, the wall safe, the large desk with its two laptops and fancy desk lamp and his upholstered office chairs stood in the dusty sunlight that streamed in through the east-facing window. A small dining table and chairs stood to one side of the desk. The fruit boxes containing the T"ang horses were stacked in a corner waiting for their new owner to decide on their future.
Phil and Harry returned from the gallops, went straight into the office and sat at the dining table. Maureen brought them breakfast on the hostess trolley and left without a word, not wishing to encroach on their sombre mood. The two men talked as they ate.
"These T"ang horses… I mean, whose idea was it anyway?" Harry asked in genuine puzzlement, glancing at the boxe
