Best Kept Secret

Sotheby’s have agreed to—?’
    ‘The sculpture will be included in their sale at the end of this month.’
    ‘So all we need now is a courier.’
    ‘I think I have the ideal person. A school friend of Bruno’s who needs a job and speaks fluent Spanish. Better still, his uncle is a Member of Parliament and one of his grandfathers
was a lord, so he’s what the English consider blue blood, which can only smooth the way.’
    ‘Does he know why you picked him?’
    ‘No. That’s best kept secret,’ said Don Pedro, ‘which will allow us to remain at arm’s length for the whole exercise.’
    ‘When does he arrive in Buenos Aires?’
    ‘He’ll be joining me on the ship this evening, and he will be safely back in England long before anyone works out what we were up to.’
    ‘Do you think he’s old enough to carry out such an important job?’
    ‘The boy’s older than his years and, as important, he’s a bit of a risk-taker.’
    ‘Sounds ideal. And have you put Bruno in the picture?’
    ‘No. The less he knows, the better.’
    ‘Agreed,’ said Diego. ‘Is there anything else you want me to do before you arrive?’
    ‘Just make sure the cargo is ready for loading and is booked on to the
Queen Mary
for its return journey.’
    ‘And the bank notes?’
    Don Pedro’s thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. He turned to see Sebastian entering the room.
    ‘I hope I’m not interrupting you, sir.’
    ‘No, no,’ said Don Pedro, replacing the receiver and smiling at the young man who had become the last piece in the jigsaw.

    Giles thought about stopping at the nearest phone box so he could ring Harry and let him know that he’d tracked Sebastian down and was on the way to collect him, but he
wanted to see the boy face to face before he made that call.
    The Park Lane traffic was bumper to bumper, and the cabbie showed no interest in slipping into gaps, let alone running amber lights. He took a deep breath. What difference would a few minutes
make, he thought as they circled Hyde Park Corner.
    The taxi finally drew up outside No. 44 Eaton Square, and Giles paid the exact sum on the meter before walking up the steps and knocking on the door. A giant of a man answered, and smiled at
Giles almost as if he’d been expecting him.
    ‘May I help you, sir?’
    ‘I’m looking for my nephew, Sebastian Clifton, who I understand is staying here with his friend Bruno Martinez.’
    ‘He was staying here, sir,’ said the butler politely. ‘But they left for London Airport about twenty minutes ago.’
    ‘Do you know which flight they’re on?’ he asked.
    ‘I have no idea, Sir Giles.’
    ‘Or where they’re going?’
    ‘I didn’t ask.’
    ‘Thank you,’ said Giles, who after years as an opening batsman recognized stonewalling when he faced it. He turned to look for another taxi as the door closed behind him. He spotted
an illuminated yellow sign and hailed the cab, which immediately performed a U-turn to pick him up.
    ‘London Airport,’ he said, before climbing quickly into the back. ‘And I’ll give you double what’s on the clock if you get me there in forty minutes.’ They
pulled away just as the door of No. 44 opened and a young man came running down the steps, waving at him frantically.
    ‘Stop!’ Giles shouted. The taxi screeched to a halt.
    ‘Make your mind up, guv.’
    Giles pulled down the window as the young man ran towards him.
    ‘My name is Bruno Martinez,’ he said. ‘They haven’t gone to the airport. They’re on their way to Southampton to join the SS
South America.’
    ‘What’s her departure time?’ asked Giles
    ‘They’re sailing on the last tide around nine o’clock this evening.’
    ‘Thank you,’ said Giles. ‘I’ll let Sebastian know—’
    ‘No, please don’t, sir,’ said Bruno. ‘And whatever you do, don’t tell my father I’ve spoken to you.’
    Neither of them noticed that someone was staring out of the window of No. 44.

    Sebastian enjoyed sitting in the back of a Rolls-Royce, but was surprised when they came to a halt in Battersea.
    ‘Ever flown in a helicopter before?’ asked Don Pedro.
    ‘No, sir. I’ve never been on a plane before.’
    ‘It will take two hours off our journey. If you’re going to work for me, you’ll quickly learn that time is money.’
    The helicopter soared into the sky, banked to the right and headed south towards Southampton. Sebastian looked down on the early evening traffic as it continued