Tommy bought multi-entry tickets to Tivoli Gardens as he was sure they would be back. Henrietta provided the perfect excuse to indulge in some escapist fun, and he knew Barbara was a child at heart. He looked across at her bending down to adjust Henrietta's coat. She seemed to sense his gaze and turned her head towards him. Their eyes locked and she gave him the most wonderful smile. Despite the dangers of the Masters, she was happy. He could never remember seeing her so at ease with herself. He was partially responsible, and he relished that because she had done the same for him.

He walked over. "Ready? I thought we could eat then take a stroll."

"Great. We could..."

Barbara was interrupted by Tommy's phone. He dug it from his pocket and looked at the screen. "Stuart."

Barbara nodded. "We'll wait over there," she said pointing to a tree where people were standing to watch the antique wooden roller coaster.

Tommy nodded then unlocked his phone. "Stuart. What did you learn?"

"Too much. That code worked. There are over 2,000 names of current members. Some of them are influential members of world governments, the judiciary, the medical profession, and especially business. This organisation is frightening."

"I expected that. Any in the Met?"

"Strange you should ask. Yes, a deputy commissioner."

"Who?"

Tommy winced when he heard the name. The tall blonde man matched the profile. "Tell Hillier, but under no circumstances should anyone else know you have cracked this."

"What if they are tracing your calls."

"Then they already know."

"Any progress your end?"

"Not yet." Tommy hated deceiving Stuart, but it might buy them time. He was certain they were being monitored in some way. The Masters would not strike until they were sure that Aidan had not left any information that might incriminate them anywhere else. He glanced around. There were blonde men everywhere, which was to be expected in Denmark. Any or none of them could be following them.

"Okay. Well, stay in touch. Meanwhile, I will talk to Hillier."

"Thanks, Stuart."

Tommy walked over to the others. "Hungry?"

"Yes, Tommy-Daddy."

"There is an Italian restaurant near the lake. It is supposed to have excellent pizza and gelato."

Barbara and Henrietta started walking in the direction Tommy had indicated. He shook his head as they headed off on their quest for food weaving through the oncoming crowd with the determination of salmon heading upriver to spawn. In three strides he caught up to them. He picked Henrietta up and lifted her onto his shoulders. She let out a little squeal and grabbed his ears.

"Hey, that hurts. I can see I am going to have to teach you how to ride or my ears will be torn from my head." Henrietta chuckled away at a private joke. Tommy looked up. "Something funny?"

"They might stretch so you look like a rabbit."

Tommy shook his head. His daughter was having a four-year-old moment.


Henrietta stared at the array of ice cream and gelato displayed in the freezer. "I can't decide between the chocolates."

Tommy understood her dilemma. "What if we buy a big bowl with all four? Then we can see which ones are best."

"What about Babra? She wanted salted caramel."

"We can buy her a bowl of that."

Henrietta shook her head. "No, Tommy-Daddy, then she'll feel left out."

Tommy stroked his daughter's hair. She kept surprising him. "Of course. You're right. We will have hers added to our bowl."

"Okay. All the chocolates."

Tommy managed a few mouthfuls between the duelling spoons of his two girls. Despite her preference for chocolate, Henrietta had happily helped with the salted caramel, just as Barbara had devoured half the chocolate.

Tommy put his spoon down and sat back rubbing his stomach. "At this rate, we will need to start running marathons or we will look like blimps."

Henrietta giggled. "Oh, Tommy-Daddy."

"What's so funny? We will."

"We can't float in the sky."

"Yes, we can. See that big Ferris wheel over there? We can go up in that and float above everyone."

Henrietta rolled her eyes then looked at Barbara. "Yes, Tommy-Daddy is being silly," Barbara said as she grinned at him.

Henrietta sighed impatiently as the adults took a moment to share a kiss. As they both smiled the kiss became impossible to maintain, but Tommy knew Barbara understood that he was happy to have his new instant family.

"Tommy-Daddy?"

"Yes?" He looked over to see Henrietta thumbing through Vanity Fair.

"I need some paper."

"Ah..." He looked at Barbara. "Should we go back to the apartment?"

Barbara shook her head and opened her bag. "Will this do?" She pulled out a small notebook and a pen.

"Yes. Thank you, Babra." Henrietta began to look at the book. Tommy smiled at her earnest attention to the task. Then she looked up and frowned. "Don't watch me. I have to find the pages and letters. Kiss Babra or something."

Tommy and Barbara both laughed. "If she'll let me."

Barbara tilted her head as if thinking. "Hmmm, I might."

This time neither of them smiled. Their kiss was light but full of love and meaning. They ignored Henrietta's sigh as if she had not really meant for them to do it and was now embarrassed that her adults were kissing in public. They stopped kissing but stayed huddled together. With their elbows on the table in complete violation of the manners instilled into him as a child, Tommy's hands encased Barbara's hand. Her other hand wrapped around his as he pulled their hand closer and gave her fingers a soft kiss.

"You will have to go to church," Henrietta announced.

"To confess our sins?" Barbara asked.

"Have you been naughty, Babra?"

She looked guiltily at Tommy. "Very."

Henrietta giggled. "With Tommy-Daddy?"

"Um... Yes."

"Then you can't be bad. Tommy-Daddy is a good man."

Tommy looked at the child. "Thank you, Henrietta. Then why dowe need to go to church? Do you think Babra and I should get married?"

Henrietta looked up and nodded. "Yes. Can I be your best girl?"

"Um..." Barbara's face would have rivalled Rudolph's nose at Christmas. "Yes, but... no... um..."

Tommy laughed. "We have plenty of time for that. Right now we need to resolve our... other dilemma."

Henrietta gave him a look of utter exasperation. "We have to go to the church."

"Which church?"

Henrietta picked up the book and waved it in the air. "Daddy says, Saint All Brans."

"Saint All Brans? Are you sure? How do you spell it?"

"S.A.I.N.T.S.A.L.B... oh... there's no R. My mistake. Saint All-Bans."

"Does it say anything else? Does it give an address?"

"We have to go to the third pew on the left. At the end near the tumbling water, we will find peace."

"Why can't your lot speak in plain English?" Barbara said. Her frustration and remaining embarrassment at mistaking the girl's meaning was clear.

Tommy ran his hand slowly through his hair. "Are you sure he doesn't mention anything else, Henrietta? A town, or what type of church?"

The girl shook her head. "Only CE. Does that mean anything?"

"Church of England?" Barbara asked.

"Probably. That will help narrow it. But there must be tens, if not hundreds of St Albans' churches."

Barbara bit her lip thoughtfully. "Is it weird to think there'd be one here?"

"In Denmark? They are mostly Lutherans."

"Even so... why bring us here to collect a book to then go home again. Surely he knew booksellers in England?"

"That is logical."

Henrietta tugged at his sleeve. "Google it."

Tommy looked at his daughter. "What?"

"Google it, Tommy-Daddy. The internet knows everything."

Tommy smiled then ruffled her hair. "Yes, sometimes we adults over complicate things."

Henrietta sighed. "I know."

Barbara pulled a map from her bag. "We could check on this first in case the phones are monitored."

Tommy crowded next to her over the map. "You look on the right. I'll look on the left."

A minute or two later, Barbara elbowed him in the ribs. "Got it! St Albans Anglican Church. It's here near the funny starry thing."

Tommy looked. "The Kastellet. That's a Danish fort complex."

"Well, they must have had a lot of time on their hands to make it so attractive. How do we get there? And what do we look for?"

"We'll take a cab, but I have no idea what to look for."


"It looks like it was picked up from England and plonked here," Barbara said as she stepped from the cab.

The surprisingly large church was Early English in style. Made of grey flint dressed with white limestone, and capped with brindled tiles, the building was dominated by its steeple. The spire stretched high above them. Barbara craned her neck to see it.

"It's in a beautiful spot," Tommy said.

Barbara looked beyond the church to the wide moat of the Kastellet. Rich, neatly mown grass covered the distant rampart. The deep emerald, and the dark blue of the moat, added to the sense of Englishness. It was only when Barbara looked to the right, past the end of the church, that it was apparent that they were on the Continent. The Geifon Fountain, filled with mythical beasts of antiquity, was surrounded by people. In the few seconds that she stood waiting for Tommy to pay the cab, three buses disgorged camera-clicking tourists.

The entrance to the church was through a door at the base of the steeple tower. Inside, the church was equally as English. Lined with mottled white limestone, it featured the characteristic Gothic arches, lancet windows and ornately carved limestone chancel. Barbara's attention was drawn to the dark curved timbers of the roof from which hung medieval metal chandeliers that swayed gently in the breeze created when they opened the door.

Henrietta stormed down the aisle to the front pew, then walked back two and disappeared along to the end. "A girl on a mission," Barbara remarked.

Tommy nodded, then followed Barbara as they walked towards her. The girl was under the pew searching around. "Nothing," she said as walked around behind it.

"What represnts peace?" Tommy asked.

Barbara moved closer. "Asking me or talking to yourself?"

He shrugged. "Both?"

"There's nothing here!"

Barbara looked at Tommy. For a second, she had expected Henriatta to stamp her foot. "Sit down, and let's think about this."

Henrietta scrambled onto the pew beside her. "We have to find peace."

"Maybe we have to pray?" Barbara suggested.

"I don't think He is going to provide instant answers," Tommy replied.

Henrietta grabbed her father's arm and pointed. "Master!"

Barbara followed their gaze. The girl was pointing to a small bust on the wall built into a memorial for a minor British royal. "Him?"

The girl nodded and clung yo her father. "He... yes, just like him."

Tommy stood. he picked Henrietta up and walked closer to the memorial. He studied it closely for a few seconds. "This is it. Well done, Henrietta."

The girl moved cautiously towards it and traced the letters with her fingers. "Look, the first letter of each line spells peace."

"You're right." Tommy looked at his daughter with such pride that Barbara had to choke back her tears.

"Daddy left me another code."

Barbara walked up to them. "Can you solve it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

The girl raised one eyebrow then swept the lock of hair from her eye. "Of course, Babra. It's just a column cipher. Have you still got your pen?"