When I hang up, I look through some more of the emails. I don’t find anything that really sticks out just a bunch of read-only emails. I begin my jo...rney into reading them and deleting them once read. When I start there is about 275 and I know that it will take a couple of hours to read and delete them. As I’m reading them, my phone buzzes. I pick it up and see that it is a hidden number.“Hello,” I say into my phone not knowing who may be on the other end of the phone call.“This is Special. Or, moreprecisely, his lord.The Right Honourable Sir Helen Mountfitchet-Stansted was the eldestdaughter of Lord Stansted, and when the old girl died Helen wouldinherit her title and Kevin would become Lady Stansted. The weddingceremony had taken place in the chapel in the grounds of Stansted Manor,and this reception was being held in its Great Hall. The guest list wasa Who's Who of the great and the good, including both cabinet ministersand captains of industry. As was often the case with such. Perhaps he had the cold first she thought. She gingerly picked up one of the tissues and noted that it was matted. Strange she had not seen him sniffling.The screen came up and she could see she needed a password to open it. She typed in her mothers name with no luck, then her fathers. As a matter of fact she typed in everything she could think of, including their pet dogs name but with no luck. Just as she was about to give up she tried the name that her father often fondly called her. The scene sent Steve’s mind racing back, He remembered the older children of the taverna’s waiters were allowed, or even encouraged, to help at the tables, performing minor tasks such as clearing used plates or delivering the bill. Astonishingly the ten year old looked so familiar. Was it possible the waiter was one of those boys all those years ago? When Steve mentioned this to the waiter, the man looked at him carefully and stated it was possible! As Steve was sipping his wine, he noticed.