Man Who Knew the Answer

The afternoon began innocently enough with a lunch meeting in Tower Hill, but gathered pace when I hesitated upon my departure from the Rotunda, and overheard a quartet of deal-making Continentals: 'The names for an apple are not the fruit itself.' Code for a transaction they were negotiating or aphorisms for the spewing aside, one picaresque experience leads to another and the next thing I knew, ...