On the whole, things were going well. I would have Hyslop crate everything up and ship it to my estate in Scotland. I’d already made the necessary arrangements with Customs, so there would be little delay in my receiving them once I was back home. I felt quite smug and pleased with myself and decided that I needed a decadent dinner to celebrate. I picked up the phone on Hysiop’s desk and made a reservation for one at Antoine’s for eight o’clock. I would feast tonight.