Chapter TwentyCharles made his way down Pall Mall towards Luigi's Restaurant. Never before had he felt so alone. His phone calls were being intercepted by MI5, (he assumed), and there were men watching the house, but even worse, his daughter distrusted him. To be truthful she hadn't actually said so, yet he could feel it.
He had hoped Rick would speak up for him, but though his former assistant kept making sympathetic noises, Charles felt a little uneasy. Behind Rick's wide smile, there was something not quite right.
Today, feeling even more low than usual, he had suddenly thought of Arthur Goodwin and remembered him saying he regularly took lunch at Luigi's. He knew Arthur to be a fair man, so he assumed if he had heard any further news, he would tell him.
Charles recalled how it hadn'
