By the time the brandy arrived, I was feeling pleasantly full. The warmth of the restaurant was a far cry from the bitter cold outside, and as Andrews passed the cigars around the room had quietened; it was late in the evening and many of the tables had been full on our arrival were now being cleared away by brisk waiters.
'And so the letter was nothing?' I said. It was not unusual for Andrews and me to dine out together, but tonight Henry Moore had brought the three of us together and I knew it was not just for the pleasure of our company.
'Just another to add to the hundreds of others,' he said behind a small haze of smoke. 'They're all worthless. Whoever our man was, he's either.........
