Chapter 95

“Ah, there you are, Marco,” Malcolm said, rising from his desk. “You remember my friend Tristan, don’t you?”

“Dr. Ashton-Payne,” I said, memory kicking in, “good to see you again.”

“Please call me Tristan,” he said, as we shook hands.

“Certainly, and I’m Marco.”

“Have a seat, Marco,” Malcolm said. “Our lunch will be here in a few minutes.”

I sat. “What can I do for you gentlemen,” I said.

“I wanted to thank you,” Tristan said, “for putting me on to Dr. Foster, the organist. Our Professor of Organ positively raved about his playing, and he’s gotten glowing reports from every venue Dr. Foster has visited. We contacted the management company in the UK that handles his European appearances, and he’s agreed to do an inaugural concert and hold a series of Master Classes while he’s here in Aragoni. By all accounts, Dr. Foster is a superb improviser.”

“Improviser?” I said.