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D'Anton to show, as he had done this many times before.He also reckoned he had undersold the table, and was hoping D'Anton would not actually turn up to buy it. It was almost three days later when D'Anton returned with a large wedge of fifty-pound notes. He paid over the cash but said his van was in the garage, so he would not collect the table until the following week.Sudmore recalled that D'Anton was driving a black Mitsubishi jeep; it was not large enough for the table to fit in the back. He described D'Anton as being very full of himself, a bullshitter, saying that he-would soon be opening up a shop in Chiswick, as he now had financial backing. Sudmore recalled as best he could the clothes D'Anton was wearing—a polo-neck sweater and tweed jacket. He suggested that they call his assistant, who had met him, and ask her if she could remember anything else that might help them. When she asked for the woman's name. Anna almost dropped the receiver.'She lives quite locally; she's an artist and only works part-time when I need her. Honour Kendal, lovely lady.'Anna asked him to repeat the name, to be 100 percent sure.'Honour Kendal. Her married name is Nolan.'Anna replaced the receiver. She was buzzing. Could it have been coincidental that Honour Nolan was working in the same antiques shop that Julius D'Anton walked into? Was it coincidental that perhapsAlexander Fitzpatrick was there? Did D'Anton recognize him? Was he paid money to keep his mouth shut until they could get rid of him? Anna sat back in her chair. Coincidence? Langton always said there were no coincidences, just facts.This time she would make Cunningham wait until she was positive. She was certain that Alexander Fitzpatrick was in the UK, and he had to be here for a reason. If she was correct, he was taking out anyone connected to him. Uppermost in her mind, though, was still the question of how it all linked to Frank Brandon's murder in the drug squat on the Chalk Farm Warren Estate.

CHAPTER 11

Friday morning, and Anna really intended to do a grocery shop before cooking dinner for Pete Jenkins. She had even attempted to clear some of the packing boxes, but she kept on thinking about Honour Nolan and the possibility that she and her husband were involved with Fitzpatrick. Eventually, she decided that, contrary to what she had been instructed to do by Cunningham, she could legitimately pay another visit to Oxford, to check on the antiques shop and to follow up on Honour Nolan's meeting with Julius D'Anton. She rang Pete.He sounded as if he was half asleep. 'Hello?''Pete, it's Anna.''Oh, don't tell me you want to cancel dinner.''Well, not exactly. It's just I sort of need to take a trip to Oxford and I won't be sure what time I'll get back.''This got something to do with the case?'She said that it did, in a roundabout way.'You want company?'She hesitated.'There are some really great restaurants,' he said persuasively. 'One called The Bear, something like that—it's got Michelin stars up the yin- yang. I've always wanted to try it out. I could drive?''Well, if you can take the rest of the day off. then great,' she said.They arranged to meet at his house in Hampstead, as he said he would need to take a shower and have a shave. They would then drive from there in his car, as he said it needed a 'blow out.' She was unsure exactly what he meant but agreed. An hour later, Anna parked outside Pete's house and was concerned that there was no response when she rang his doorbell. The sound of his Morgan sports car roaring into the street made her turn; he also blasted the horn.

  The hood was down; it was already a pleasant morning, which she hoped would bode well for a sunny day. She parked in his garage around the rear of the house and then, armed with a bag of fresh fruit, water, and chocolate ban, they set off toward the M40.'This is a great car,' she said, above the noise of the engine.'Yeah, I've had it for years, but don't drive it in to work as it's too much aggravation. It'll be good to get a long drive, blow the cobwebs off the engine; these old cars need to be driven.'The interior smelled of old leather and mildew; the dashboard was a lovely polished wood, with a few bubbles and cracks. Pete drove fast, but was competent and didn't take any risks. It was refreshing to drive into the country after picking their way through the city and onto the motorway.This time, Anna didn't think of the many trips she had made to see Langton in the rehabilitation home. With the wind making her hair stand up on end, she rested back with her eyes closed, the sun on her face, glad Pete had come along. They didn't make much conversation, as they couldn't really hear each other, until they branched off and headed toward the village of Shipston on Stour.Michael Sudmore's antiques shop was on High Street. There were a number of items on a table outside the shop and an antique rocking chair with embroidered cushions. The shop was well stocked, with a lot of spindle-backed chairs, small Edwardian tables, and many prints and cabinets covering the walls; on one table, a large china dinner service was set out with a bowl of fresh flowers. The florid, fruity-voiced Sudmore was sitting behind a small counter, reading The Times. He was wearing half-moon glasses and peered over them as Anna and Pete entered the shop.Anna introduced herself, and left Pete to wander around the shop, as she went over everything they had discussed on the telephone. Sudmore could add litde, apart from a few anecdotes about Julius D'Anton and his notoriously bad checks. He did say that D'Anton had a great charm to him and was always very affable, yet over the years had become rather seedy, and was mistrusted by the other antiques dealers. For all his faults, Julius did have a very good eye and considerable knowledge.Sudmoie then showed Anna the table Julius had put twenty pounds deposit down on. It was an oval shape with cabriole legs and a folding arm, and it resembled a small version of the old hunting tables used by the gentry when they were served drinks after a foxhunt. He had, as he had said on the phone, undersold it.'He was a wily old sod, asked me where I had bought it. You know, dealers have this nose—maybe where I had got it from, there could be more bargains—but I told him he wouldn't get anything else. The old lady has an eye for IKEA! She lives in a cottage not far from here. This table was about the only thing left of value and it was in a terrible state, standing outside her kitchen door!'Anna took down the exact dates of Julius's visit and worked her way around to asking about Honour Nolan.'Adorable! She used to have her own little shop, but closed it up years ago. Now she just does odd days for me when I am off' buying. As she lives close by, it's convenient for me; sometimes I sell some of her paintings.' He raised an eyebrow. 'Not what I would call works of art, but very colorful, and she buys some of my old frames. I have a couple of pots she's made. She had a kiln in one of her barns. But they don't sell. Well, anyone coming in here is not after anything modern.'Anna glanced over to Pete. He had walked out of the shop and was sifting through the items for sale outside. She could see that anyone standing in the shop had a very good view of the front and road, even over to the local pub and car park where they had left their car.'Do you ever socialize with Mrs. Nolan?''No. I have been over to Honey Farm once. I was in the area and I needed to see if she could come in and watch the shop for me. She rarely answers her phone and they don't have an answer machine.''You have met her husband?''Oh yes, he often collects her. Lovely man, very pleasant, but they are a very private couple. In fact, I hardly ever see them, even at the local pub. They keep very much to themselves.''Did you ever meet her sister?' 'No, 1 didn't. I know she came to stay once. I only remember because I needed Honour, and she said she had people staying.' 'People?''Well, her sister. I saw her in the village with Honour but. as 1 said, I didn't really get to meet her.''Did you ever see the black Mitsubishi jeep, before D'Anton turned up in it?''No, and we do get some flash cars. We even had one of those huge Hummer things here the other day—bright orange. Ghasdy.'There seemed nothing else to gain from Sudmore, so Anna thanked him and went out to join Pete. He had wandered farther along the road and was looking into a Cancer Research charity shop; he turned and grinned as Anna approached.'There's a great hat in the window. I was thinking of buying it for you.'It was green velour, with a long pheasant feather sticking out of the side, and a silver brooch.'You think that's my style, do you?''It'll keep your head warm on the drive back.'She laughed. They crossed the road to find the car, then drove out of Shipston on Stour, heading for Honington and the farm. Even with the map, and even having already been there, they missed the turning. Anna was still unsure they were on the right track until she saw the first cottage covered in ivy.'Okay, keep on going and take the right fork,' she instructed Pete.'That adds up.''What?''The note: there's RF written—must mean 'right fork'!'Anna nodded, knowing they were correct that the note found in the glove compartment of the Mitsubishi contained scrawled directions to the farm. The old Morgan creaked and groaned as it bounced over the dry cartwheel indentations in the dirt track. They passed the wooded area and came onto the narrow lane with a ditch either side.'This is right, we're almost there.''Thank Christ. Any more of this rough track and my back end will collapse. I wouldn't like to do this drive at night—there's no street light. It must get pitch-black.'Anna smiled and chewed her lip Julius D'Anton s van—hadn't Sandra said something about him saying the back end had gone, which was why he couldn't take the table? She wondered if the van could have been left in a local garage. She would have to wander around after they left the farm. She didn't mention it to Pete, as he was carefully trying to maneuver the Morgan around the deep