They seemed to him to happen with increasing frequency as he grew older. He tried the number again, with no great hope of success. But this time it was answered and a curt voice said, ‘Hilary James here. How can I help you?’ ‘And who is Hilary James?’ He tried to keep the tone light and the impatience out of his voice. ‘I am Mr Carter’s secretary. Whom am I addressing?’ ‘My name is Peter Preston. I knew Denzil in the days before he could afford to employ the services of a secretary.’ A pause whilst she scribbled the name on her telephone pad. ‘I see. And what is the purpose of your call, Mr Preston?’ ‘I shall reveal that to Denzil. Please put me through to him.’ ‘I cannot do that. Mr Carter does not have a phone in his study. He prefers to have no disturbance whilst he is working.’ ‘Good old Denzil. I approve of that. Nevertheless, please tell him that I wish to speak to him.’ ‘I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Mr Preston. Mr Carter makes it a rule that he will not be disturbed during working hours.’ ‘Again, I approve.
