Strolling along Lochee Road, Watters swung his cane as he pondered his next move. He could trust his detective team to dig deep, and until they brought him information, he could do no more with the army or dog fighting ideas.
What he could do was work out what was best to do with the carriage. He knew the probable motive for the coach theft and had the evidence in his jacket pocket. Now he had to balance the desires of the British government and Cox’s Russian customers while ensuring the Narodniks, if it was them, did not get hold of the letters.
Watters walked long-strided, grappling with the problem. Mr Beaumont of the British government and Yakovenko of Russia both wanted the carriage, and probably for the same reason, the packet of Duchess Sophia’s love letters. Watters shook his hea
