Now if I'd been in your shoes that's the first thing I'd have found out. He lives at Forby Hall. I suppose he fancies himself as the lord of the manor." He glanced at his father and said quickly, "Be all right if I have the car?" "I suppose so. What are you going to tell him, Charles? He might have you thrown out." "I don't think he will," Charles said thoughtfully. "I've found out a bit about him and it seems he's mad keen on publicity. Always trying to create an image. He hesitated, then added boldly, "I told him I was the top features man on the Sunday Planet and we were doing a series on tycoons. Rather good, don't you think?" "It doesn't happen to be true," said Archery. Charles said rapidly, "The end justifies the means. I thought I could put across a line about his early life being dogged by misfortune, father dying, grandmother murdered, no prospects—that sort of thing. And look at him now. You never know what will come out. He's supposed to be very forthcoming to the Press." "We'd better go and get the car out." It was as hot as ever, but more sultry.
