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Giles Barrington when he first went to St Bede’s. And if he hadn’t been invited to tea at the Manor House to celebrate Giles’s birthday, he might never have met
Emma. Not that he’d even glanced at her at the time.
    ‘You do realize you’ll never be good enough for her,’ said Phyllis as she lit a cheroot.
    Harry nodded, appreciating for the first time why this indomitable lady had turned out to be Emma’s Old Jack. If they had sent her off to war, he thought, Great-aunt Phyllis would surely
have come home with the Silver Star.
    When the clock struck eleven, Harry, who might have had one brandy too many, rose unsteadily from his chair. He didn’t need reminding that at six the next morning Natalie would be standing
in the hotel lobby, waiting to whisk him off for his first radio interview of the day. He thanked his hostess for a memorable evening, and for his trouble received another bear hug.
    ‘Now, don’t forget,’ she said, ‘whenever you’re interviewed, think British, act Yiddish. And if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, or a half-decent meal, just like
the Windmill Theatre we never close.’
    ‘Thank you,’ said Harry.
    ‘And when you next speak to Emma,’ said Alistair, ‘do remember to send our love, and be sure to chastise her for not accompanying you on this trip.’
    Harry decided this wasn’t the moment to tell them about Sebastian and what the doctors described as his hyper-active problem.
    The three of them somehow squeezed into the lift, and Harry received one last hug from Phyllis, before Parker opened the front door and he was cast back on to the streets of Manhattan.
    ‘Oh hell,’ he said after he’d walked a short way down Park Avenue. He turned and ran back to Phyllis’s house, up the steps and banged on the front door. The butler
didn’t appear quite as quickly this time.
    ‘I need to see Mrs Stuart urgently,’ said Harry. ‘I hope she hasn’t gone to bed.’
    ‘Not that I’m aware of, sir,’ said Parker. ‘Please, follow me.’ He led Harry back down the corridor and into the lift where once again he pressed the button for the
third floor.
    Phyllis was standing by the mantelpiece puffing away on her cheroot when Harry made his second entrance. It was her turn to look surprised.
    ‘I’m so sorry,’ he said, ‘but Emma will never forgive me if I return to England without discovering what’s happened to that lawyer who foolishly underestimated
her.’
    ‘Sefton Jelks,’ said Alistair, looking up from his seat by the fire. ‘The damn man finally resigned as senior partner of Jelks, Myers and Abernathy, albeit somewhat
reluctantly.’
    ‘Shortly afterwards, he disappeared off to Minnesota,’ added Phyllis.
    ‘And he won’t be returning in the near future,’ said Alistair, ‘as he died some months ago.’
    ‘My son is a typical lawyer,’ said Phyllis, stubbing out her cheroot. ‘He only ever tells you half the story. Jelks’s first heart attack warranted a small mention in the
New York Times
, and it was only after the third that he received a short and not very flattering paragraph at the bottom of the obituary page.’
    ‘Which was more than he deserved,’ said Alistair.
    ‘I agree,’ said Phyllis. ‘Although it gave me considerable pleasure to discover that only four people attended his funeral.’
    ‘How do you know that?’ asked Alistair.
    ‘Because I was one of them,’ said Phyllis.
    ‘You travelled all the way to Minnesota just to attend Sefton Jelks’s funeral?’ said Harry in disbelief.
    ‘I most certainly did.’
    ‘But why?’ demanded Alistair.
    ‘You could never trust Sefton Jelks,’ she explained. ‘I wouldn’t have been truly convinced he was dead until I’d seen his coffin being lowered into the ground, and
even then I waited until the gravediggers had filled in the hole.’

    ‘Please have a seat, Mrs Clifton.’
    ‘Thank you,’ said Emma as she sat down on a wooden chair and faced the three governors, who