They leave, and Haswell swings his attention to me, aiming a long finger at a seat by his desk. “Sit James, if you please.”
Here it comes….
He stares at me for a few seconds, drumming the desk-top with his fingernails, then, “Francis….” he shouts.
The door opens immediately.
“Francis, you heard all of that?”
“Yes, Mr Haswell…. um… I hope I did the right thing, but I alerted Ross.”
“Yes, exactly the right thing. I want him close by. Could you please order food for two. I think it’s going to be a long night. And get Will Stanton on the phone for me. Tell him it’s urgent. Ideally, I’d like him to call by if that’s possible. I think face-to-face would be best for this.”
“Yes, Mr Haswell.”
He turns back to me. “Clearly, you knew nothing of this?”
“No, nothing.”
“What do you know about
