Maybe he'd come back after talking to Lambert and his wife.

Ever since Lambert has been here we've kept on getting better.

Lambert had taken that idea and turned it into something for the history books.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do about Lambert's second effort.

Lambert became the first person to cover a hundred miles in an hour.

He left the rest of it to Lambert to imagine.

"But Lambert has been dead more than five hundred years."

Time and truth have proved to be on Lambert's side.

Lambert knew they were all listening but he didn't lower his voice.

He leaned out far enough to see Lambert talking to his wife.

Yes, thought Lambert, providing you can get your own way without it.

And Lambert will hand out a financial summary for the year.

So Lambert was telling the truth about that much, at least.

"Right from day one, these players have given me everything," said Lambert.

This was the last programme that Lambert produced before she died.

But the wins seemed to have a different effect than expected on Lambert herself.

Lambert never moved or took his gaze from the sea.

When Lambert lived, there was no other place to paint.

Lambert had a piano and music store in the city.

Lambert knows that she never really had a chance of making the Olympic team.

Lambert turned to the old man and waited for him to speak but he didn't do so until his son had left.

Lambert raised a photograph toward the ceiling, in front of his eyes.

Lambert tipped his head to one side and thought for a moment.

Perhaps he could phone some of them and see if they would verify Lambert's story.