Ch. 2‘So you might tell me, in your own time of course, what is it, exactly, that prompts you to suggest Captain Lars Gotthard may have had some involvement in the tragic incident last night in Highgate?’
Arrogance oozed from the questioner, a middle-aged man, who, in keeping with the customary execution of his day’s work, was exploiting the privileges of his upper class career. ‘In your own time,’ he repeated. Being a confirmed fop, while he spoke he was examining the faultlessly manicured nails on his interlocked fingers.
He stood at an office window. Below, on another planet, the Thames river traffic meandered past, through the cold, murky waters that skirted the even colder, murkier institution that was the MI5 headquarters.
‘Captain Lars Gotthard Pelops whatever he calls himself, w
