As Zech turned away the wine, Darius poured himself a glass from his own bottle, a wickedly good expensive one that was his own little celebratory drink for what he thought would be a job well done.

"Oh.. of.. course! Certainly then.." He looked at the papers, wishing he'd been able to make heads or tails out of it. He held the paper about to pass it over and looked at the other man curiously. He decided not to risk their congeniality by questioning if he was on his side. He had been willing to do this, what could go wrong? Darius laughed weakly and pushed the papers over towards him. "Here.. by the way.. I have been talking to Mot-I mean.. Mrs. Carrington. Do you think we can get the fortune faster if.. My father... becomes a danger and he must be placed somewhere for his and our safety?"