Stone laughed. “I see your point. I have a feeling, though, that whatever is going on here is taking place outside the bounds of any official action. It sounds awfully personal to me.”
Stone said goodbye to Jones and returned to the party. As he entered the house, he encountered Lance, who had an empty glass in his hand.
“Where did you go?” Lance asked, motioning him to follow toward the bar.
“Just for a stroll; I felt like some air.”
“I know the feeling,” Lance replied. “These wakes can be oppressive.”
“It was good of you to have it here.”
“I’m happy to help out Sarah at a difficult time.” He got a drink from the barman and led Stone out into a small garden. They sat down on a teak bench.
“Lovely house,” Stone said.
“I had nothing to do with that,” Lance said. “It came as you see it, right from the agency. The owner is with the Foreign Office; he’s in India or someplace.”
“Good break for you.”
“The rent isn’t a good break. Tell me, is what I’ve been reading in the papers true?”
“I don’t know; what have you been reading?”
“That Sarah is going to inherit James’s estate.”
“That much is true,” Stone said. “I’ve seen the will.”
“How much?”
“Hard to say; difficult to put a value on the business.” So far, he hadn’t told Lance anything that wasn’t public knowledge.
“I suppose Sarah will sell it.”
“I don’t know if she’s had time to think about it. I imagine there’ll be quite a lot of legal work to be done before it’s settled.”
“This turn of events brings me back to what I initially said to you about the boating accident.”
“You still think it wasn’t an accident?”
“I have a suspicious mind.”
“Well, I’ve looked into it a bit, and so has Sir Bernard Pickering, and to my knowledge, no information has arisen to indicate that Sarah even knew about the contents of James’s will.”
“But you can’t say definitively that she did or didn’t know.”
“I don’t think anyone can, but it’s my best judgment, based on what Sarah has told me and on my knowledge of her character, that she did not know.”
“You sound as if you’re testifying at a trial.”
“You sound as if you’re conducting one.”
Lance laughed. “Fair enough.”
“How well did you know James?”
“I’d met him two or three times.”
“What did you think of him?”
“I thought that, like a lot of men, he was very smart about business and very stupid about almost everything else.”
“You mean about Sarah?”
“Yes. She obviously didn’t love him.”
Stone nodded. “I think you’re right; she was under a lot of pressure from her parents to marry him. I don’t think she would have gone through with it.”
“I do.”
“Why?”
“Because Sarah impressed me as someone who would not have let an opportunity like James get past her.”
“That’s a pretty cynical view. How well do you know Sarah?”
“Not all that well, but I’m a pretty good judge of character.”
This conversation was going nowhere, Stone thought. He decided to change the subject. “Do you know someone named Stanford Hedger?”
Lance turned and looked at him for a moment. “No, I don’t,” he said. Then he got up and walked back into the house, leaving Stone on the garden bench.
Chapter 22
STONE RETURNED TO THE CONNAUGHT, and as he entered, he caught sight of Ted Cricket sitting in the lounge, having a cup of tea. Stone joined him.
Cricket looked grim. He reached into a pocket and handed Stone a single sheet of paper.
Stone unfolded it.
The fingerprints on the wallet were checked against all available databases. Only in the United States was there an apparent match, but no identity was provided. Instead, a message appeared onscreen, stating: “This record is unavailable, for reasons of national security.” I have returned the wallet to the Green Street house, as per your instructions.This letter constitutes my resignation from the assignment. Mr. Cricket will present you with my bill. Please do not contact me again. It was signed by Bobby Jones.
“I understand about the fingerprints,” Stone said to Cricket, “but what’s wrong with Bobby?”
Cricket handed him another sheet of paper, outlining Jones’s fee and expenses. “He’d be grateful for cash,” Cricket said.
“Of course,” Stone replied, reaching for the envelope containing Bartholomew’s expense money. He handed Cricket the cash, including a generous bonus. “Thank him for his help, will you?”