“I bought the renting ledger from Charlie, after he told Douglas Simmons, and Douglas told me of its existence. Drink loosens tongues when there"s nobody to brag to. All those mentioned in that book are dead now of course, but not their relatives. Some still practise that evil perversion that Lord Montague ruled over. The photo was never the prize I sought. A son of your Queen Victoria, Prince Arthur, Duke of Coburg and Severndoog was long gone for my interests to be aroused. I wanted fish that would smell fresh in today"s market, Harry, and happily I was far from disappointed in Percy"s collective bookkeeping skills.”
It was in a market café that we met, enveloped by the smells of coffee, freshly baked bread with strong, pungent aromas of cheese wafting through the covered arena. He was
