Wally left the CIA with their orders. He had his own, but was about to deviate from them, confident Baldwin had left for London. It was a short walk from the CIA flats to the Cumberland House Museum.
Wally dashed across the road to Canoe Lake, retracing his steps. Cumberland House was on his left as he ducked into the now dark leisure park. He did not want to risk being seen entering the museum at the front and so had arranged with the Badars to enter via the rear garden and the butterfly house. He turned just past the café and it was an easy hop over the timber gates and he was in the garden area.
In front of him was the glow from the butterfly house. He was expected, no need for him to seek cover. As he approached the rear doors, one of the leaves opened and he was welcomed in by a mus
