Sinclair interrupted Lambert's thoughts with a cough, “I sincerely hope all this research and the emotions they conjure are not causing you too much strain, sir.”
“No, no I'm perfectly fine.”
“It's just that, I called you, you see. But you were so lost in your thoughts … Almost as if you were somewhere else, sir.”
“You called me?” Lambert shrugged. “I don't recall. Was it important?”
“Sir Henry McKenzie wanted to have a word, sir.”
“Sir Henry? My God, I haven't seen him since the funeral. How did he know I was back?”
A slight colouring spreads across Sinclair's jaw. “Your triumphal return is at the centre of local news, sir.”
“Is it, by God? That, or the collapse of my business? It graced the inside pages of the Financial Times for a brief moment. I think they managed two sentences,
