Chapter 8
There was very little traffic in Piccadilly Circus at that time of the morning. The road surface was wet after the rainstorm and the black limousine skidded slightly as it swung into Regent Street. Professor Pamplemousse had had no option but to respond positively to Lord George Cornwall's threats.
The ruthless aristoctrat was desperate to get his hands on the family heirloom and time was running out. Lord Cornwall knew that this was his last chance to use the teapot's magic for his own greedy ends.
The sleek black car turned right into Jermyn Street. Pamplemousse sat silently in the back, his hands tied tightly in his lap. Lord Cornwall muttered low instructions to the chauffeur who had slowed the car to a crawl. They were almost at their destination.
The day before, Tom and Professor Pamplemousse had made a decision about the teapot. It certainly was not safe for either of them to keep it in his possession. The professor had called a friend at Longbottom and Droop, a security company in the city and had made arrangements to store the teapot in a private safe deposit box. There it would be secure from Lord Cornwall's evil hands. Or so they had thought.
But Lord Cornwall had been one step ahead of them. He had kidnapped his own son and forced him to reveal the teapot's hiding place. Playing one off against the other, Lord Cornwall had got the same answer from the professor. His limousine now crawled along Jermyn Street towards Longbottom and Droop's premises near St. James's Park.