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association with the project was, by itself, enough to draw attention to him.’ Bheem Singh added and then addressed Vijay, ‘We haven’t lodged a police report because we don’t want undue attention. I have asked Greg to move into my farmhouse. He will be safer there, as the farmhouse is well-guarded. I think you should also be very careful and watch your back. If this Farooq guy is really after the secret of the Nine, then he will stop at nothing.’
The butler entered the room to announce the arrival of the lawyer, Homi Mehta.
‘Vijay, my boy, are you alright?’ Homi’s usually genial face was creased with worry as he rushed to Vijay and clasped his hand, looking at his injuries from his earlier escapade.
‘I’m fine, just a bit shaken,’ Vijay assured Homi and then introduced him to Bheem Singh, Greg White and Colin.
Vijay once again narrated the details of their kidnapping and escape. He had intended telling Homi about the key since he considered Homi to be a part of the family, and had begun explaining what Farooq wanted, when he noticed Bheem Singh frowning at him. Realising that the Maharaja was averse to telling anyone else about the Nine, he quickly skipped over that part of the story.
‘Radha called me this morning when you didn’t return during the night,’ Homi said, ‘She called me again when you did turn up, so I decided to rush here as soon as I could.’
Bheem Singh and White exchanged looks and the former cleared his throat. ‘Well, Vijay, I think we’ll be going,’ he said. ‘I’d have been happy to take you to Delhi in my car and have you dropped back but, since Mr. Mehta is here, I guess that’s taken care of. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.’ He handed over his business card to Vijay.
‘And me too,’ White joined in, scribbling his phone number on the reverse of Bheem Singh’s business card.
Vijay rose and shook hands with the two men and they moved towards the door.
‘I’ve brought all the papers relating to Vikram Singh’s will and estates,’ Homi handed over a plastic folder to Vijay as he sat down. ‘Apart from all his assets, there is…’ He hesitated and glanced at Radha, Shukla and the two men walking out of the room.
Vijay understood. Homi was not comfortable discussing the details of Vikram Singh’s will in the presence of others. He smiled reassuringly at the lawyer. ‘It’s okay, Homi. Everyone here is a friend.’
Homi nodded, still looking uncomfortable, but resumed. ‘Your uncle had leased a locker, two years ago, in Delhi. Here’s the key. I don’t know what’s in there, since Vikram was very secretive about it. There’s nothing in the will about its contents either.’
White and Bheem Singh stopped at the door to the sitting room as they heard this, and turned. Their eyes met Vijay’s. All three men were thinking the same thing.
Was the mysterious key that Farooq sought hidden in this locker?
However, without putting this thought into words, Bheem Singh and Greg White left.
‘Why don’t we check out the locker while we are in Delhi? Vijay suggested.
He was excited about the revelation that his uncle had, indeed, hidden something away and he wanted to find out what it was; especially if it had something to do with a 2,000-year-old secret brotherhood.
Homi looked at his watch. ‘I have a lunch appointment at one-thirty,’ he said, ‘so I’m sorry but I won’t be able to drive you to the locker today.’
‘Why don’t you pick up my car on the way?’ Radha suggested, as Vijay’s face fell. She realised what he was thinking and understood his need for immediate action. ‘We should anyway have a car at the fort, just in case, now that the BMW is out of action.’
‘Good idea,’ Vijay looked at her gratefully. ‘We’ll pick up your car once we finish at the hospital.’
Homi scribbled the address of the locker on a slip of paper, ‘You’ll need to carry an identification proof which has your
The butler entered the room to announce the arrival of the lawyer, Homi Mehta.
‘Vijay, my boy, are you alright?’ Homi’s usually genial face was creased with worry as he rushed to Vijay and clasped his hand, looking at his injuries from his earlier escapade.
‘I’m fine, just a bit shaken,’ Vijay assured Homi and then introduced him to Bheem Singh, Greg White and Colin.
Vijay once again narrated the details of their kidnapping and escape. He had intended telling Homi about the key since he considered Homi to be a part of the family, and had begun explaining what Farooq wanted, when he noticed Bheem Singh frowning at him. Realising that the Maharaja was averse to telling anyone else about the Nine, he quickly skipped over that part of the story.
‘Radha called me this morning when you didn’t return during the night,’ Homi said, ‘She called me again when you did turn up, so I decided to rush here as soon as I could.’
Bheem Singh and White exchanged looks and the former cleared his throat. ‘Well, Vijay, I think we’ll be going,’ he said. ‘I’d have been happy to take you to Delhi in my car and have you dropped back but, since Mr. Mehta is here, I guess that’s taken care of. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.’ He handed over his business card to Vijay.
‘And me too,’ White joined in, scribbling his phone number on the reverse of Bheem Singh’s business card.
Vijay rose and shook hands with the two men and they moved towards the door.
‘I’ve brought all the papers relating to Vikram Singh’s will and estates,’ Homi handed over a plastic folder to Vijay as he sat down. ‘Apart from all his assets, there is…’ He hesitated and glanced at Radha, Shukla and the two men walking out of the room.
Vijay understood. Homi was not comfortable discussing the details of Vikram Singh’s will in the presence of others. He smiled reassuringly at the lawyer. ‘It’s okay, Homi. Everyone here is a friend.’
Homi nodded, still looking uncomfortable, but resumed. ‘Your uncle had leased a locker, two years ago, in Delhi. Here’s the key. I don’t know what’s in there, since Vikram was very secretive about it. There’s nothing in the will about its contents either.’
White and Bheem Singh stopped at the door to the sitting room as they heard this, and turned. Their eyes met Vijay’s. All three men were thinking the same thing.
Was the mysterious key that Farooq sought hidden in this locker?
However, without putting this thought into words, Bheem Singh and Greg White left.
‘Why don’t we check out the locker while we are in Delhi? Vijay suggested.
He was excited about the revelation that his uncle had, indeed, hidden something away and he wanted to find out what it was; especially if it had something to do with a 2,000-year-old secret brotherhood.
Homi looked at his watch. ‘I have a lunch appointment at one-thirty,’ he said, ‘so I’m sorry but I won’t be able to drive you to the locker today.’
‘Why don’t you pick up my car on the way?’ Radha suggested, as Vijay’s face fell. She realised what he was thinking and understood his need for immediate action. ‘We should anyway have a car at the fort, just in case, now that the BMW is out of action.’
‘Good idea,’ Vijay looked at her gratefully. ‘We’ll pick up your car once we finish at the hospital.’
Homi scribbled the address of the locker on a slip of paper, ‘You’ll need to carry an identification proof which has your
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