My stomach was rumbling telling me it was lunch time. But first there was a matter of business I had to attend to. With my topcoat draped over my arm, I entered the offices of John Lewis Investments and caught the secretary as she was about to leave for lunch herself. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I'm Harry McGrath," I told her using one of my aliases. "I have an appointment with Mr. Lewis." Anxious to leave, she quickly checked the schedule. "I don't...