War Game

But I shall have to apologise to him.'

'I think he means it literally. So he may not accept your apology.'

'Literally? How on earth does he arrive at that conclusion?'

Clinton's smile was no longer even a memory. 'Fortunately for you—not with any proof. Otherwise he would have charged you, his Chief says. But he maintains you did it, all the same, somehow or other.' Clinton slid the paper back under one of the files and stared at Audley. 'He'd just like to know how . . . and so would I, David.'

Audley pointed. 'You've got my report, Fred.'

'So I have. And yet it doesn't say anything about murder in it, or not the one Weston's inquiring after.' Clinton tapped the files. 'And I've also received a special forensic report from the Mid-Wessex Force.'

Audley nodded. 'Well, you'll just have to choose the one you like the better, won't you?' he said politely. 'As Weston would say, it's proof that counts.'

Clinton continued to stare at him. 'Oh, but they don't conflict with each other at all. Yours has more . . . shall we say—

theory in it. Plus all the information about the gold . . . But the section relating to the last fatality doesn't differ factually.

Indeed, both reports come to the same conclusion.'

'So the Chief Constable's call was unofficial, then.'

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'Entirely unofficial.' Clinton opened the top file and turned its contents to a marked passage almost at the end. 'So ... let me see now . . . what it amounts to is that you both believe that Charles Neville Steyning-Ratcliffe blew himself up while tampering with—or perhaps setting —an explosive device . . .

which according to you was probably intended as a trap for —

who was it'

'Professor Stephen Nayler.'

'That's right. Because Nayler knew too much about the gold—

yes.' Clinton nodded at the typed words. 'And their forensic people have passed on various small objects and specimens to the Bomb Squad . . . which have been identified as parts of an American time pencil detonator—' He looked up. '—the standard CIA fifteen-minute device.'

Audley nodded back. 'There've been a lot of those around since Vietnam, Fred. Standard terrorist equipment now as well, they are.'

'Quite so, David. And of course it was the same type as the one found on the Ferryhill Industrial Estate—which really clinches it, doesn't it?' Clinton paused. 'But in any case you were in plain view, playing Cavaliers and Roundheads, for a good half an hour before the explosion. You never even went near the so-called 'Powder Tent'— as the Superintendent himself is the first to testify.'

'Mrs. Fitzgibbon will, too.'

'I've no doubt she will. So you emerge without a stain on dummy5

your character. . . . Which is just as well, because the Minister will want to see these files, and he would take an extremely dim view of our conniving at an assassination.'

'So he made very clear to me, Fred. He just wanted me to make things happen.'

'And you did, didn't you?' Clinton shut the file and sat back.

'But you had quite a long conversation with Ratcliffe earlier.

What exactly did you talk about?'

'It's in my report.'

'Yes. You say you pushed him a bit with what you'd found out about him. But he must have known you couldn't prove anything?'

'I suggested to him that with Nayler's help we could probably prove quite a lot. I'm a good liar.'

'I certainly wouldn't quarrel with that claim.' Clinton put his hands on the edge of his desk and considered Audley in silence for a few moments. 'So he decided to remove Nayler from the scene— that's what it amounts to, does it?'

'Obviously he intended to remove somebody. Nayler's the best bet.'

'Ye-ess. . . . But don't you think it a bit odd that he should have tried to do it himself? He usually let the professionals make his hit for him.'

Audley shrugged. 'Maybe he didn't have time. Or maybe they just weren't available when he needed them.' He looked inquiringly at Clinton. 'Did he look for anyone?'

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'Apparently not. He went back to his regiment after you'd talked to him, and then he ducked out again just before the explosion—they didn't miss him at the time.' Clinton paused.

'Funny though ...'

'What?'

'Two of the people you suspected might have a hand in things

—the men Gates and Bishop—they had a road accident just before the battle, on their way to Standingham. They ran into an American Air Force lorry—did you know that?'