with spray and foam. These no doubt signalled Christopher Adellâs first love. His tanned face and bleached hair tended to affirm the supposition.
Alex spent the first ten minutes or so telling Adell about their recent purchase of The Parsonage, their discovery of the rose, Dr Kingstonâs visit and his appraisal of the rose.
Adell listened attentively, making notes on a blue-lined pad.
âAnd thatâs about it,â said Alex, finally.
â Extraordinary ,â said Adell, putting his fountain pen down on the desktop. âMost extraordinary. This will have enormous impact on the world of horticulture â but then you probably donât need me tell you that.â He straightened in his chair and adjusted the double cuffs of his bold-striped shirt. âFrom a legal standpoint there are a number of issues which must be addressed before we get to the question of marketing and selling the rose â I gather that is your intent, is it not?â
âYes, it is,â Alex answered.
âNo need to enumerate them now, of course, but among them are establishing and recording ownership, patent applications, royalties â that sort of stuff.â
âSo, you donât think there will be a problem getting a patent for Sapphire, then?â asked Kate.
âOh, no, not at all. As far as plants are concerned, they are available to anybody who discovers or invents a new variety and asexually reproduces it. Itâs a straightforward process. The qualifications are quite specific. I havenât researched the point lately, but I know, without question, your rose would qualify on more than one account.â He leaned back, hands clasped behind his head. âAs I recall, one of the criteria is novelty. To be novel â generally speaking, that is â a variety of plant must not have existed before in nature. There are some requirements concerning distinctiveness, too. Simply put, that means that the new plant must have characteristics that clearly distinguish it from existing varieties. This could be a different shape or size of fruit or flower, or, as in your case, colour.â Adell paused, eyeing them both in turn. When he next spoke, his voice was perceptibly lower. âGetting a patent is really the least of our concerns. In terms of discovery and value, itâs something like having the equivalent of a living dinosaur on your hands. Thereâs really no precedent, of course. Iâm afraid that the name of the game is going to be protection. Not only for the rose but, more important, for the two of you, as well.â
There was a knock on the door, and a young woman appeared with a tray of tea. She walked over, placed the tray on Adellâs desk, excused herself and left.
Adell slid the tray a few inches towards Kate and Alex. âPlease,â he said, âhelp yourselves.â
As Kate poured tea for Alex and herself, he continued in a more upbeat tone. âOther than what brief mention I might have made to Alex on the phone, Iâve told you nothing about our firm, or myself. Let me give you a little background.â Arms folded, rocking his leather chair lazily back and forth, he proceeded to talk about the firmâs capabilities, their experience and seventy-year history. In closing Adell mentioned of a handful of their longstanding clients including a rose grower near Brighton, a client since the early forties.
Kate slid the tea tray to Adell. He paused to pour a cup for himself.
âBefore my time, one of our senior partners worked with the chap who founded the company. Ben Compton was his name â now considered somewhat of a legend in the commercial world of British roses. No longer with us, Iâm afraid. He was a real treasure. Anyway, Benâs son Charlie now runs the business. Iâm now the partner responsible for their legal counsel.â
âSo you know a lot about roses, then.â Alex intended it as more statement than