"I think I left the Manor about the time when the glass first broke," Urquhart said. "I was lucky. Also, the really good Scotch had run out."
Lucky timing had almost become second nature to him. He had felt a kind of low shock under his feet and had just kept walking without missing a beat. He'd walked away from well-timed explosion entirely too often in his life to betray any reaction.
He'd actually thought it had been somebody else's bomb, at that point.