invested.
'And how much will
'About a million of my own money,' said Payne, 'of which I've already transferred six hundred thousand in order to secure the contract.'
'Won't that stretch you?' asked Craig.
'To breaking point,' Payne admitted, 'but I'm unlikely to come across an opportunity like this again in my lifetime, and the profit will allow me enough to live on after I become an MP and have to resign my partnership.'
'Let me try to understand what you're proposing,' said Davenport. 'Whatever sum we put up, you'll guarantee to double it in less than a month.'
'You can never guarantee anything,' said Payne, 'but this is a two-horse race, and ours is the clear favorite. In simple terms, I have the opportunity to pick up a piece of land for six million, which will be worth fifteen to twenty million once the minister announces which site she's selected for the velodrome.'
'That's assuming she chooses your site,' said Craig.
'I've shown you the entry in Hansard reporting her exchange with those two MPs.'
'Yes, you have,' said Craig. 'But I'm still puzzled. If it's such a good deal, why doesn't this chap Moncrieff buy the site himself?'
'I don't think he ever had enough to cover the six million in the first place,' said Payne. 'But he's still putting up a million of his own money.'
'Something just doesn't feel right to me,' said Craig.
'You're such an old cynic, Spencer,' said Payne. 'Let me remind you what happened last time I presented the Musketeers with such a golden opportunity-Larry, Toby and I all doubled our money on that farmland in Gloucestershire in just under two years. Now I'm offering you an even safer bet, except this time you'll double your money in ten days.'
'OK, I'm willing to risk two hundred thousand,' said Craig. 'But I'll kill you if anything goes wrong.'
The blood drained from Payne's face, and Davenport was struck dumb. 'Come on, chaps, it was only a joke,' said Craig. 'So I'm good for two hundred thousand. What about you, Larry?'
'If Gerald's willing to risk a million, so am I,' said Davenport, quickly recovering. 'I'm fairly confident I can raise that amount on my house without it changing my lifestyle.'
'Your lifestyle is going to change in ten days' time, old chum,' said Payne. 'Neither of us will ever need to work again.'
'All for one and one for all,' said Davenport, trying to stand up.
'All for one and one for all!' cried Craig and Payne in unison. They all raised their glasses.
'How are you going to raise the rest of the money?' Craig asked. 'After all, the three of us will be putting in less than half.'
'Don't forget Moncrieff's million, and my chairman is stumping up half a million. I've also approached a few chums who I've made money for over the years, and even Charlie Duncan is considering investing, so I should have covered the full amount by the end of the week. And as I'm the host for the next get-together of the Musketeers,' he continued, 'I thought I'd book a table at Harry's Bar.'
'Or McDonald's,' said Craig, 'should the minister select the other site.'
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
ALEX WAS LOOKING across the Thames at the London Eye when she arrived. He rose from the bench to greet her.
'Have you ever been on the Eye?' he asked as she sat down beside him.
'Yes, once,' said Beth. 'I took my father on it when it first opened. You used to be able to see our garage from the top.'
'It won't be that long before you'll be able to see Wilson House,' said Alex.
'Yes. It was kind of the developer to name the building after my dad. He'd have enjoyed that,' said Beth.
'I have to be back in court by two o'clock,' said Alex. 'But I needed to see you urgently, as I have some news.'
'It was good of you to give up your lunch break.'
'I had a letter this morning from the Lord Chancellor's office,' said Alec, 'and he's agreed to reopen the case.' Beth threw her arms around him. 'But only if we can supply some fresh evidence.'
'Wouldn't the tape be considered as fresh evidence?' asked Beth. 'There's been mention of it in both local papers since we launched the campaign to have Danny pardoned.'
'I'm sure they'll take it into consideration this time, but if they believe the conversation was recorded under duress, they'll have to discount it.'
'But how will anyone be able to prove that either way?' asked Beth.
'Do you remember that Danny and Big Al shared a cell with a man called Nick Moncrieff?'
'Of course,' said Beth. 'They were good friends. He taught Danny to read and write and even attended his funeral, although none of us were allowed to speak to him.'
'Well, some weeks before Moncrieff was released, he wrote to me offering to help in any way he could, as he was convinced Danny was innocent.'
'But there are countless people who believe Danny is innocent,' said Beth, 'and if you felt Big Al would have made a bad witness, why should Nick be any different?'
'Because Danny once told me that Moncrieff kept a diary while he was in prison, so it's possible that the tape incident has been recorded. Courts take diaries very seriously, because they're contemporaneous evidence.'
'Then all you have to do is get in touch with Moncrieff,' said Beth, unable to hide her excitement.
'It's not quite that simple,' said Alex.
'Why not? If he was so keen to help…'
'Not long after his release he was arrested for breaking his parole.'
'So is he back inside?' asked Beth.
'No, that's the strange thing. The judge gave him one last chance. He must have had a hell of a lawyer defending him.'
'Then what's to stop you trying to get hold of his diaries?' asked Beth.
'It's possible that after his latest brush with the law, he might not welcome a letter from a lawyer he's never met, asking him to become involved in yet another court case.'
'Danny said you could always rely on Nick, come hell or high water.'
'Then I'll write to him today,' said Alex.
Danny picked up the phone.
'Payne transferred six hundred thousand pounds by wire this morning,' said the voice, 'so if he pays the remaining five million four hundred thousand by the end of the week, the velodrome site will be his. I thought you'd want to know that we've had another bid in this morning for ten million, which of course we had to turn down. I hope you know what you're doing.' The line went dead. It was the first time the voice had offered an opinion on anything.
Danny dialed the number of his bank manager at Coutts. He was about to convince Payne that the deal couldn't fail.
'Good morning, Sir Nicholas. How can I help you?'
'Good morning, Mr. Watson. I want to transfer a million pounds from my current account to Baker, Tremlett
