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‘The removal van that came to take away all your pictures’

Miles slaain

‘I’ out,’ he told the receptionist on the front desk ‘Get ht to London, I don’t care which airline’

‘But Australia look like winning—’ she began

‘Fuck Australia’

Mike Harrison called Mrs Faulkner’s number in Monte Carlo and was also told by the maid, ‘Madame fly home’ He next tried Limpton Hall, but there was no reply He finally called the commander, as at his desk

‘Faulkner’s booked onto a Qantas flight to Heathrow that lands at two o’clock toinal plan’

‘That’s all I need,’ said Hawksby ‘And I have no way of getting in touch with DC Warwick to warn him’

When Christina Faulkner’s plane touched down at Heathrow, she was picked up by her husband’s chauffeur and driven to Li to bed After all, she had a busy day ahead of her

Willialass of Pinot Grigio when Faulkner’s plane took off on its twenty-three-hour journey to London He had a clear view of the entry to the hold, which no one had gone near for the past two days But then why should they? The sun was shining, the sea was calm, and he didn’t have a care in the world

At nine o’clock the following , a Bishop’s Move removal van drew up outside the front door The loaders took their ti the lunch break they set off for Southampton

‘Do not, under any circuo more than thirty miles an hour,’ Christina instructed the driver ‘We can’t risk da any of the pictures’

‘Whatever you say, uaranteed that he and his men would clock up more overtime

Christina enjoyed a leisurely lunch in a dining room surrounded by picture hooks She set off for Southampton just after three, but then she wasn’t in any hurry as the Christina wasn’t due to dock until later that evening She did hope Miles was enjoying his crickethow finely balanced the game was

Miles Faulkner cleared customs at Heathrow just after two o’clock He had considered calling Lie at Melbourne airport and asking his driver to pick hiht alert Christina to his unscheduled return