‘Jane understands family loyalty,’ said Morris. ‘That means she’s loyal to me. That’s all that matters.’

‘Carmichael might be a problem,’ said the professor. ‘Once the shit hits the fan.’

‘Why?’ asked Audrey Milne defensively. ‘A befuddled old man suffering from dementia…’

The professor looked at her irritably. He had never really liked her and the only reason she was even at this meeting was because she had inherited proprietorship of a chain of fifteen newspapers from her husband. He had served the cause well, but had died towards the end of the previous year. So now, if their work was to continue unhindered, they needed his widow on-board, or at least access to her newspapers.

The Internet was fine for creating publicity, but what it couldn’t do was create credibility. A prestigious newspaper, on the other hand, lent the imprimatur of its authority to any story that went out under its masthead. That made Audrey Milne a powerful ally in their cause.

‘He’s already getting agitated over the fact that his paper still hasn’t been published.’

‘But the journal is only published once a year.’

‘He knows that, Audrey. But he’s angry that we missed the deadline for the last edition.’

‘So tell him that it took a few months to do a proper peer review. He’s an academic. He’ll understand.’

‘I did that!’ the professor snapped. ‘But he’s still upset about it. At one point he even threatened to pull the plug and send it to another journal.’

Ignoring their bickering, Arthur Morris played with the handle of his walking stick. It was an elaborate, overly ornate affair made of lacquered mahogany topped with a bronze snake head.

‘But if they’ve found the stone fragments,’ said Audrey, ‘then doesn’t that make it irrelevant what Carmichael does?’

Morris looked at Audrey as if trying to weigh up the subtext to what she was saying.