Bad Company [antikvár]

1 It was raining when they buried Kate Rashid, Countess of Loch Dhu, a rain that swept in across Dauncey Village like a solid curtain, sending people hurrying for the shelter of the church. They were all there, the great and the good, to say farewell, their cars blocking the High Street. General Charles Ferguson's Daimler had just arrived. He sat there in the rear with Sean Dillon, who took a silver flask from his inside pocket, swallowed a little Bushmills whiskey and lit a cigarette. 'Are we going in?' 'No,' Ferguson said. 'Then why are we here?' 'It's the civilized thing to do, Dillon. It's a great story, after all. The world's richest M; i fl ' I { • t I : '