The detail of Jordan’s research was continued in the form of the final precaution he always took just prior to embarking upon a new operation; this was never to work from the address of the flat in Marylebone, which he owned under his own, genuine name, but always from another apartment rented in the name of his intended victim. That, for his assault upon Peter Wightman, was in Sydney Street, in Chelsea, from which he worked countrywide and with his usual untroubled and undetected success for a month, which ended with a somewhat disappointing profit of?154,000.

His final role for Sydney Street was to use it as the base for his next rental in Hans Crescent, Knightsbridge, under the name of Paul Maculloch, a Harley Street cosmetic plastic surgeon whose Al credit rating Jordan intended to use to its full and hopefully increased advantage.

He’d telephoned ahead to warn the Marylebone concierge of his return and when he arrived, the man, John Blake, already had his accumulated mail bundled and waiting for him.

‘A good trip, Mr Jordan?’ enquired the man.

‘I’ve known better,’ admitted Jordan, picking up his letters.

Five

Attorneys-at-law was stridently displayed in red, beneath the identifying letterhead of Brinkmeyer, Hartley and Bernstein recorded in black typescript. The Madison Avenue, New York, NY 10022 address of the firm was in black, too. So, running down the right-hand side of the covering letter, were the names of the fifteen lawyer partners, headed by those of the three company founders. The man who had in legibly, rounded letters signed Jordan’s letter – David Bartle – was the fifth in the list, presumably indicating his seniority. The letter, dated three weeks earlier, announced itself to be a summary of the official documents that were enclosed, couched in stiffly formal legalese.