Chapter 15
The two men left Soto’s together, very much in the fashion of
two ordinary acquaintances sallying out to spend the evening
together. Sir Timothy’s Rolls-Royce limousine was in attendance,
and in a few minutes they were threading the purlieus of Covent
Garden. It was here that an incident occurred which afforded
Francis considerable food for thought during the next few days.
It was a Friday night, and one or two waggons laden with
vegetable produce were already threading their way through the
difficult thoroughfares. Suddenly Sir Timothy, who was looking out
of the window, pressed the button of the car, which was at once
brought to a standstill. Before the footman could reach the door
Sir Timothy was out in the street. For the first time Francis saw
him angry. His ey
