At Dana's suggestion, the three of them walked the mile to the village, rather than take advantage of the cars provided by the auction house for shuttling bidders to and from the train station. It was a golden, sunny afternoon and the rolling green countryside was picture-postcard lovely. If not for the unwanted third party, Beau could have easily enjoyed strolling through the tidy town with a pretty woman on his arm. Since Saville never stopped talking, however, there was no way to ...