As Cyril Galloway made his way through the
Their relationship went back a long way. It was disheartening to think
He put the idea to Cyril Galloway, and it was soon agreed that the two would split the difference between the ‘real’ value of the item and the (much lower) estimate that
Over time, their ‘business’ increased, so that Galloway and Lawrence were, between them, netting a fair deal of money each year from their arrangement.
It had been a pity,
And when, out of the blue, he had received an invitation to view a set of medals from a little old lady in the town, even though it had been many years since he had dealt with Dacre Lawrence, it had seemed, somehow, ‘natural’ to think of a reversal of roles. This time, it would be Dr Lawrence who could step in with a better offer.
There was no doubt whatsoever that the medals were valuable. Fate had worked in fickle ways many times in Cyril Galloway’s life, but never quite so felicitously as to ensure that he would be the only auctioneer to see two sets of identical medals, even though they were a quarter of a century and 175 miles apart. But this time, there was more at stake than the medals, and it irked him that Dacre Lawrence might think he had been double-crossed. They needed each other for an operation like this. It was hardly his fault if Lillian McFry had already disposed of the medals. And shouldn’t
As he passed through one village, then another, the sky was darkening, until spits of rain started to fall. He could see the dark clouds over the Wirral peninsula as he switched his windscreen wipers to flick across. He could hardly believe his luck, of course. Much, much more than the value of the medals might be at stake. And fortunately, he had Mr Colin McAllistair ’working’ for him, now. Perhaps he would put a call in to Dacre once he’d met up with McAllistair? It might cheer the good doctor up, at least. He was starting to feel just a little peckish. Not long till lunch, now.