What they’d got was a pretty shaken up staff at the Lewiston Hotel. “Bloody hell!” Lew wasn’t often stuck for words, but he was startled as the car passed down the still-dark, leafy streets of Belgravia. “This is well outside our patch. Surely, they must think this is peculiar for us to be called all the way over here? I mean, this is virtually next door to Buckingham Palace!”
“That’s what I thought, too, sir.” Sedman usually thought things through carefully before he ventured any opinion. “I was told to park around the back,” he added. Lew could hear the grin in his voice.
“Definitely. Don’t want to be upsetting the toffs,” he replied.
Even the rear of the Lewiston was astounding, though. They were met by a uniformed parking valet, who whisked the little Model-T away out of sight as so
