He wanted to thank him personally for saving his life. Eva Liversedge had been replaced by another PA. She had taken early retirement, Wesley was told, as the replacement, a younger version of the original, led him to the inner sanctum. The words ‘on a very generous pension’ were left unsaid but Wesley was certain that Eva’s loyalty, however over-enthusiastic and ill-judged, wouldn’t have gone unrewarded. Sir Martin looked well. But then, like Wesley, he’d had a month to recover from his ordeal. Wesley felt that his own recovery was now complete. It was only the scarring on his arm that remained, ugly and disfiguring. From now on he’d feel self-conscious about wearing short sleeves in the summer, although Pam had come round to saying that he should be proud of his marks of battle. Sir Martin bore no scars. He’d been fortunate. He stood up as Wesley entered and held out his hand. Wesley took it and shook it firmly.
