and told him he needed to speak with Victoria immediately. Mathews had okayed the call, provided no mention was made of him or his agency’s involvement.
“Malone’s right,” James said through the speakerphone. “You heard Yourstone earlier. He told us there are precious few secrets in this world. But I believe we have just confirmed one.”
Malone listened as they explained what happened at the meeting.
“What do we do now?” Victoria asked.
“At least Yourstone knows we’re watching. It might slow him down.”
“Why not just arrest him?” James asked him.
“We have no proof. Talk about a PR disaster. You’d have a giant one. It’s too early for that. But security on Albert should be tightened. Perhaps a retreat to an estate for a few days. That’ll make him easier to protect.”
“He has some previously scheduled duties for today,” William said.
“Finish them. Then change his schedule.”
“And what of our daughter?” Victoria asked.
“Keep her isolated. Do nothing to alert her suspicion.”
“And Richard?”
“He’s not a player, until Albert is dead. Since that isn’t going to happen, just let him be.”
“You sound confident,” the queen said.
“I am.”
“And what of Yourstone?” James asked.
“Leave him to me. No more contact with him, either.”
“I’d prefer to strangle the bloody bastard,” James said.
“You might get your chance, just not at the moment. I’ll be back in touch.”
He ended the call and glanced at Professor Goulding. Mathews was still outside on the phone. “You really believe Arthur is buried in Iceland.”
“With what we already know, combined with what Yourstone uncovered, I think he is.”
“Can the grave be found?”
Goulding nodded.
CHAPTER TEN
Yourstone reentered his London flat. Eleanor had stayed with Richard on the pretense of making sure he was all right. The real purpose was to cement the Prince of Wales’ resolve to abdicate.
Inside, he headed straight for his study and was surprised to find his son waiting for him. Andrew was perched in one of the club chairs that faced the fireplace, nursing a snifter of brandy, appearing quite comfortable.
“I thought you’d be out for the day,” Yourstone said, closing the door and stepping toward his desk. “At the races.”
“Not all that exciting. I decided, instead, that you and I should have a chat.”
He could not imagine what they would have to discuss. They were little more than strangers. About as far apart as a father and son could be. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. Can’t this wait?”
“Afraid not.”
He sat behind the desk and decided to see what the imbecile wanted.
“Do you think, dear Father, that you could stop screwing my wife?”
Not exactly what he expected. But he appreciated his son being direct. “And how would you know that was happening?”
“The staff talks. But don’t blame them. I overheard a private conversation. They have no idea I know. But I’ve had suspicions for some time. Contrary to what you and my lovely wife believe, I’m not stupid. So I’ve been thinking about why you would do such a despicable thing, wondering what precisely you are up to. You’re always up to something, aren’t you?”
“A man without ambition is lost.”
“Is that meant to insult me?”
“It was meant to motivate you.” He decided to see how far his son was willing to go. “Does becoming king of England appeal to you?”
Andrew coolly savored a sip of brandy.
“You don’t seem surprised by the question.”
“Nothing you do surprises me.”
“I intend for our family to rule this nation.”
“Which finally explains why you wanted me to marry the third in line. I wondered the reason you were so keen on the union. Seemed useless to me. But for Eleanor to be queen Richard and Albert both would have to be out of the way.”
No need to voice the obvious. His silence at his son’s speculation was answer enough.
“Impressive,” Andrew said. “I never realized the depth of your passion. You are a grand schemer, and a dangerous one at that.”
“I am only looking after the future of this family. The future of our nation. Yourstones have served the Crown faithfully. It is time that others serve us.”
“And when will this … change … happen?”
“Soon.”
“How your gut must churn.”
He did not like the young man’s surly tone, but he said nothing.
“I know what a disappointment I am to you. You find me wholly unsuitable to be the next Lord Yourstone. Yet now I will be the crown prince. A position, I’m sure, you personally would like.”
“You are the one married to Eleanor.”
Andrew stood from the chair, downed the rest of the brandy, and tabled the snifter. “You never answered