Chapter TenThe reception area was crowded and Toby Simpson noted that no one had left in a hurry, a positive sign in his opinion. The Shia cleric was talking animatedly to the Deputy and the Captain was continually engaged. Now, where were Lizzie and Drusilla? He scanned the gathering, seemingly in vain, then suddenly there they were, talking to the Archbishop of Canterbury. Who else?
‘Where did you find these lovely ladies, your Grace?’
‘Some secrets I guard closely, Toby! Very satisfactory evening.’
‘No prizes for guessing tomorrow’s favourite headline!’ Simpson quipped.
‘The land is given; it belongs to no one,’ Drusilla quietly suggested.
‘I said no prizes!’
‘Toby, this location value would be very difficult to collect in today’s conditions of sub-leases and tower blocks,’ the Ar
