On the Number 9 bus to The Travellers Club in Pall Mall, Eli and Yuval talked about British architecture, military history and soccer. It was procedure not to have operational conversations on public transport.
At 12.30 the bus stopped almost outside the door of The Travellers Club and seconds later the two men climbed the steps to the massive front door. The door swung open and they gave their names to a man who looked like a retired adjutant.
‘We’re here to see Mr Milne,’ Yuval said stroking his Westminster school tie.
‘He’s expecting you, Sir. David will show you through to the library.’
Yuval and Eli followed a slight man up a mahogany staircase and on the upper landing they were shown into the empty library. Alone in the room, Eli listened to the tired tick of a clock on the mante
