Floor captains and wine stewards the world over were invariably impressed with tall, greying, debonair, 58-year-old Norman Morton-Stewart. "His usual lunch bill was around £18 ($50)," said an awed headwaiter in Birmingham last week. Even Norman's pretty young (29) wife, whom he invariably introduced as "Lady Barbara," was overawed by her husband, the manager of a local travel bureau, and also somewhat vague about the source of his wealth. "He used to tell me he had inherited a huge fortune in America from an uncle," she said. "His father was a very big man too, and his...
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