That lasted until he opened the door to his office and found Peter already in there, sat behind his desk. “Morning!” he said. “What are you up to in here?”
Peter looked at him sadly. “I’m so sorry old chap,” he said. “Portnoy wants you in his office as soon as, I’m afraid.”
“What for?”
“He’ll tell you all about it.” Peter looked grim. “You shouldn’t have lied about it, Phil. Not once Richard had blown the whistle.”
“Lied about what?”
Peter only looked at him. “Go and see Portnoy, old chap,” he said, solemnly.
* * * *
Phil didn’t bother to take his coat off or put his briefcase down. He knocked on Portnoy’s door and was immediately bid to enter.