Stone Barrington 06-11

to make the investment until I know?”
    “Of course; I don’t think you’re a fool, Stone.”
    “Can you give me a general idea?”
    “Let’s just say that the goods are of a scientific nature, and that the buyers are lovers of science.”
    “Are Ali and Sheila part of this deal?”
    “A very important part. They will act as liaison between the sellers and the buyers.”
    “Why can’t you do it yourself?”
    “Let’s just say that I’m of the wrong nationality, ethnicity, and religion. Ali and Sheila are critical to the success of the transaction.”
    Stone took a card from his wallet and wrote a name and telephone number on the back of it. “This is a lawyer in New York who will handle your legal work. But for the record, this is the only part of the transaction that I will ever admit taking part in—a simple reference.”
    “I quite understand.”
    “Apart from the nature of the goods and the name of the buyer, I will require a means of making my share of the profit bankable and spendable, without attracting the attention of any government agency anywhere.”
    “I quite understand. I have such an arrangement already in place, and you may avail yourself of it.”
    “When will this happen, and when can you tell me more about it?”
    “Once I give the go-ahead, it will take only two or three days to conclude the transaction. The items in question have already been manufactured and will be transported as soon as I transfer the funds to the maker. How soon can you produce your quarter of a million?”
    “What do you mean by ‘produce’? Where and when?”
    “I mean wire-transfer the funds to an offshore bank, which I will specify.”
    “As soon as I know all the details of what you’re delivering and to whom. The funds are currently in a money market fund, awaiting investment. All it will take for delivery is a coded fax to my broker.”
    “I like your style, Stone.”
    “All we need to know now is if I like yours.”
    “I’ll talk to some people and be in touch shortly.”
    They raised their glasses in a silent toast, then went back to finishing their lunch.
    Stone glanced across the small room at Dino. He was enjoying his lunch immensely.

43
    STONE SAID GOODBYE TO LANCE ON the steps of the Connaught, then set off down Mount Street toward Berkeley Square, walking slowly, so that Dino could follow, window-shopping along the way. It was time to see if anyone was following him.
    He walked around the square, letting Dino follow from a distance, and, on a whim, walked into Jack Barclay’s, the Rolls-Royce dealer. A young man approached him immediately.
    “Good afternoon, sir. May I help you?”
    “I’d like to look at a Bentley, please.” The showroom was a good place from which to spot a tail, with its large windows overlooking Berkeley Square. Stone couldn’t see Dino.
    “The Arnage—that’s the saloon car—or the convertible?”
    “The Arnage.”
    “This way.” He led Stone across the large sales floor. “Would this be for UK use or export?”
    “UK,” Stone lied, thinking that the young man would send him to an American dealer if he said otherwise.
    “Here we are,” the salesman said, stopping before a gleaming black example of the car. “This one is in black with Autumn upholstery.”

    “May I see the engine?”
    The salesman opened the car’s hood to reveal a large engine bay, stuffed with equipment.
    “What is the displacement and horsepower?” Stone asked, still unable to spot Dino.
    “Six point eight liters, turbocharged; four hundred horsepower and six hundred and fifteen pounds of torque, available at low revs.”
    “Acceleration and top speed?”
    “Zero to sixty miles per hour in five point nine seconds. Unfortunately, the top speed is electronically limited to a hundred and fifty-five miles per hour.”
    “Very impressive,” Stone said, opening the driver’s-side door and getting behind the right-side steering wheel. While the salesman droned on about the car’s features, Stone was able to sweep the square from his seat, and he still could not spot Dino. Surely he hadn’t walked too fast. He got out of the car.
    “Would you like a brochure?” the salesman asked.
    “Yes, thank you, and your card.”
    The salesman dropped both into an envelope and handed it to Stone. “We hope to hear from you,” he said.
    “Thank you.” Stone walked out into the square; still no sign of Dino on the busy streets. Had he followed at all? He walked back to the