The journey to Tier r’Vern was made in Lowson’s private plane with everyone except Lowson using assumed names. Such few people as were interested in the flight assumed it was another of Lowson’s famous, or infamous, junkets, and it caused no stir.
Phillip had been left in charge of the office for the few days they would be away, with Gwilier discreetly but tightly holding the reins. That was another reason why John did not like travelling — he was fairly suspicious of random chance. I’ll have to be careful I don’t change into a potty old recluse, he thought as the plane broke through the clouds into the dazzling winter sunshine.
As far as he could see there were white clouds below, smothering the country in what seemed to be a huge cotton wool blanket. Even though it was only a few minut
