the last penny the amount of his carefully hoarded and, hopefully, totally hidden fortune. The majority of it was beyond investigative reach in the tax-avoiding and secret haven of Jersey, the largest of the Channel Islands, to which he could literally carry cases of cash on the short sea crossing from England without any danger from putting hand baggage through X-ray airport security checks. The current, untraceable amount in safe deposit boxes in the islandâs capital, St Helier, was £2,805,000. In addition, in separate boxes, was the Chagall painting, an assortment of seventeen uncut and unset, but officially provenanced, diamonds and three diamond-set antique bracelets which conservatively, building in the fluctuations of jewellery prices, brought the stash up to £3,600,000. Jordan intended this stash, short of physical imprisonment which Lesley Corbin insisted impossible, to remain untouched and officially unplundered, whatever the outcome of his current predicament.
The risk, despite Leslie Corbinâs assurances, was closer to home. In London, at Coutts, Lloyds TSB and NatWest, there were bank accounts, none of which exceeded £5,000, maintained for the access to safe deposit facilities at all three and in which was spread close to £1,800,000, which heâd looked forward to increasing to more than £2,000,000 by distributing among them the £154,000 profit from the most recent sting. But Jordan didnât think he could do this any longer because all three accounts â and safe deposit facilities â were in his genuine name against his genuine Marylebone address, which was known to the litigious Alfred Jerome Appleton and his bulldozing legal team of Brinkmeyer, Hartley and Bernstein. All this had to be kept from Appleton and his lawyers, despite whatever financial recovery opinion was offered by Lesley Corbin, who had already freely admitted being unqualified in AmericanâEnglish exchange agreement law.
Jordan quit his booby-trapped apartment even earlier the following morning, using the rush-hour congestion to ensure he was not followed; he spent an entire cab-and-tube dodging hour before finally arranging from a public street telephone a meeting, in the name of Paul Maculloch, with Royston and Jones, a private bank in Leadenhall Street in the financial square mile of the City of London. It was the sort of interview with which Jordan was thoroughly familiar, every document supporting his Maculloch identity ready when it was demanded. He opened the Maculloch account with £4,500 â below the amount legally required to be officially reported under drug trafficking legislation â from his most recent expedition and was promised that the safe deposit facilities would be available as early as the following day because of the advantages of it being a private bank, which was precisely why Jordan had chosen it. His personally appointed manager hoped it was the beginning of a long association and Jordan said he hoped so, too.
There was still no waiting message from Lesley Corbin when he returned to Marylebone, for which Jordan was grateful, and from which he left the following morning again before recognized office hours. By ten Jordan was sure once more that he remained unaccompanied and unwatched and by eleven opened the first of his deposit boxes at Royston and Jones with the contents of all but £3,000 each from what had been in safe deposit in Lloyds TSB and NatWest. He left £4,500 in Coutts in the second exchange that afternoon.
He was back in Marylebone in time to return Lesley Corbinâs waiting message, telling her he had an early appointment the following day and couldnât get to her until the afternoon, which she said would be perfect because sheâd set up a conference call exchange with a lawyer in New York, where it would still only be morning.
âI finally managed to get the names of two lawyers qualified to appear in North Carolina courts:
The risk, despite Leslie Corbinâs assurances, was closer to home. In London, at Coutts, Lloyds TSB and NatWest, there were bank accounts, none of which exceeded £5,000, maintained for the access to safe deposit facilities at all three and in which was spread close to £1,800,000, which heâd looked forward to increasing to more than £2,000,000 by distributing among them the £154,000 profit from the most recent sting. But Jordan didnât think he could do this any longer because all three accounts â and safe deposit facilities â were in his genuine name against his genuine Marylebone address, which was known to the litigious Alfred Jerome Appleton and his bulldozing legal team of Brinkmeyer, Hartley and Bernstein. All this had to be kept from Appleton and his lawyers, despite whatever financial recovery opinion was offered by Lesley Corbin, who had already freely admitted being unqualified in AmericanâEnglish exchange agreement law.
Jordan quit his booby-trapped apartment even earlier the following morning, using the rush-hour congestion to ensure he was not followed; he spent an entire cab-and-tube dodging hour before finally arranging from a public street telephone a meeting, in the name of Paul Maculloch, with Royston and Jones, a private bank in Leadenhall Street in the financial square mile of the City of London. It was the sort of interview with which Jordan was thoroughly familiar, every document supporting his Maculloch identity ready when it was demanded. He opened the Maculloch account with £4,500 â below the amount legally required to be officially reported under drug trafficking legislation â from his most recent expedition and was promised that the safe deposit facilities would be available as early as the following day because of the advantages of it being a private bank, which was precisely why Jordan had chosen it. His personally appointed manager hoped it was the beginning of a long association and Jordan said he hoped so, too.
There was still no waiting message from Lesley Corbin when he returned to Marylebone, for which Jordan was grateful, and from which he left the following morning again before recognized office hours. By ten Jordan was sure once more that he remained unaccompanied and unwatched and by eleven opened the first of his deposit boxes at Royston and Jones with the contents of all but £3,000 each from what had been in safe deposit in Lloyds TSB and NatWest. He left £4,500 in Coutts in the second exchange that afternoon.
He was back in Marylebone in time to return Lesley Corbinâs waiting message, telling her he had an early appointment the following day and couldnât get to her until the afternoon, which she said would be perfect because sheâd set up a conference call exchange with a lawyer in New York, where it would still only be morning.
âI finally managed to get the names of two lawyers qualified to appear in North Carolina courts:
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