The Turnpike Trust, that shadowy non-governmental body, is under new management, though, and that can only be good. It was bought by Teasdale–Kyriakos Holdings of Delaware. I met them: a monkish Greek and a huge American cowboy. Constantine and I have not discussed the secret room, but I see him looking at me and I know that he knows, even if we will never speak of it. I gather their partnership is a new thing, and they have an eye to reforming the world. They started well enough: they went right ahead and fired everyone at Turnpike, and cut ties with the government. Must have cost them millions of pounds. I gather they don’t give a damn. Teasdale is talking to Annie about next steps. Perhaps I’m finally discharging my grandfatherly duty of investment.