Harrison Micklewhite didn"t speak a word of Norwegian, and thought it ridiculous that his client should drag him away from his London shop to close their deal aboard the Oslo to Bergen Express.
Granted, it wasn"t costing him a penny. His air fare from London to Oslo, the overnight hotel stop, the train ticket and the return flight from Bergen to London, were all coming out of Rupert Templeman-Hyde"s seemingly bottomless pocket.
But it had still meant shutting "White"s Philatelics" for two days. He trusted his wife and loved her dearly, but even she had to admit her knowledge of the international stamp world left a lot to be desired.
He obeyed Mr Templeman-Hyde"s instructions to the letter and sat in an ordinary compartment until the train trundled through Nittedal Valley 15 miles out of
