Chapter Twenty-Two
Old Windsor, Surrey, England
The Major enjoyed a relaxing evening. His manservant, Chalmers, had gone for the night and he was home alone. Chalmers had left his employer a tray of cold cuts and cheeses with a selection of breads. The Major loved nothing more than spreading ripe brie on a hunk of crusty French bread and washing it down with a glass of merlot.
The Major was ensconced in his library, working on his memoirs. He was disturbed when the lights flickered momentarily. Such things were rare in the stockbroker belt of southern England. He didn’t know whether the fault lay with the electric company, or with the wiring in his old house, so he made a mental note to have Chalmers call an electrician in the morning.
The library contained memorabilia of a lifetime in
