Chapter 9Malcolm Capshaw replaced the phone on its cradle, reached out and switched off the lamp beside the bed and plunged the room into darkness. As he settled back into a comfortable position the warm and semi-slumbering figure beside him stirred into wakefulness.
“Is everything okay?” asked a sleepy Charlotte Raeburn.
“Mmm,” Capshaw relied. “That was Graves. He's spent the evening with Cutler and his people. They seem to be well-hooked on his historical scenario and let's face it, why should they doubt him? He's got all the papers and documents, the map, and he is a history professor after all. He thinks they're well primed for the task ahead. They should carry out the search for Excalibur in good faith. They won't know a thing until it's too late. He's a good man is Walter Graves. I
