”“My wife’s been helping him decorate his house and...”“Oh yes, he’s told us all about it. He says she’s very, very good at, uh, decorat...ng.” I could hear the mirth in his voice. Tony obviously had been bragging that he was fucking my wife to his cronies. “So, tell me why you’re calling.” He was almost laughing. “It’s not about your wife is it?”“Well, not exactly. Mr. Monassario is this phone, huh secure?”There was a short pause. “Mr. Henderson why don’t you give me your number and I’ll call. What’s going on?’ In answer, James motioned him inside and shut the door. He looked at Julian mournfully. ‘It’s quite simple, actually. She’s gone.’ Julian couldn’t believe his ears. ‘She’s what?’ ‘I’d better tell you from the beginning.’ ‘Yes, I think you’d better.’ James took a deep drink from a glass he had on the table, not seeming to care that it was only morning yet. He swallowed, and motioned Julian to a chair. He took one himself. ‘The night you left her here, she didn’t talk much. I. “Look Big Red, he’s afraid and running away. You’re not going to let him get away?” One of the thugs laughed.Big Red let out a roar and followed me out the door. That was my plan along to get them out of the Inn and into the street where I had some back up. I was in the middle of the street when Big Red came charging out of the Inn. He was big about a head taller than me and maybe fifty pounds heavier. He had a two-handed sword drawn as he started to walk toward me. I looked around and noticed. "We mustn't capitulate to the bloody Scots. They've already got independence. Why do they have to fuck up the rest of the established order? They'll never be satisfied until their bloody blue and white flag is flying over Westminster." I've got estates in Scotland," said Lord Morgan. "You have as well, haven't you, Norman? I know what the Jimmies are like. They're ungrateful buggers. We're well rid of them. But what do they do now but sanction a flood of workshy immigrants through the tartan.