“Give me the phone,” he said.

“Who are you going to call?” I asked.

And for the first time since I had met him, Raymond Winslow smiled with the full force of his old authority, a smile with steel behind it.

“I am going to call the people,” he said, “that Christopher is absolutely certain will never arrive in time to stop him.”

Chapter 18 — Three Vehicles at the Gate

At ten minutes to eleven the next morning, three heavy vehicles rolled up and stopped at the main gate of the estate, and my heart began to pound, because I knew what they meant and I knew what a risk we were taking.