‘Mr Lyle.’

‘Governor Franklen.’ The little man bowed with the appropriate deference. ‘I’m so pleased you’re feeling better.’

‘It’s nothing my doctor can’t handle. Now, I understand you’ve completed your audit of the university.’

‘Well sir; my brief was only to audit the Faculty of Science. One of my colleagues is auditing the Faculty of Arts.’

‘Nobody gives a damn about Arts, Lyle.’

‘Er, yes, sir. My written report on the audit should be complete by the end of the week.’

‘The written report is for your records, Lyle. It doesn’t interest me. Just give me the gist of it.’