Taunton office and Winterton on the phone.'
'Did you manage to get any idea how he sounded?'
'Yes, by cracking a joke. Winterton had a very upper crust way of talking. Very much the colonel addressing the battalion – the manager's phrase.'
'Any forwarding address?'
'None. No one at Pitlochry has any idea where he is nowadays.'
'The Invisible Man,' said Paula.
'Another cul-de-sac,' Tweed remarked. 'Which reminds me – we still have no idea what Masterson meant by his note referring to Endstation . I feel certain that's a major pointer – either here or in Greece. Masterson was the cleverest interrogator I ever met. He was trying to tell me something. But what?'
'Dead end for the moment,' Paula said briskly. 'But I've come up with something.' There was a note of triumph in her tone which made Tweed and Monica stare at her. 'I didn't tell you while we were there. I thought I'd follow something up for myself.'
'Which was?' asked Tweed.
'You remember the evening we visited Colonel Barry-more when you interviewed him? I was sitting to one side. He had his copy of The Times folded back to the personal advertisement section. I memorized the date. Yesterday I went off to Wapping, checked their files. What do you think I found?'
'She's playing you at your own game,' Monica said and chuckled. 'Teasing you.'
'So I'll play along. What did you find?'
'An advertisement placed at the time Christina Gavalas was in England, the time when Harry Masterson was going around with her over here. The advertisement was this.' She read from a small pocket diary.' Will anyone interested in the Greek Key and knows about Antikhana please contact me. Irene. It gives a phone number for contact. I phoned the number. Turned out to be the Strand Palace. I phoned the hotel, said I was the sister of Christina Gavalas. Had she stayed at the hotel? They wouldn't play. So I jumped in a taxi and went down to the Strand. I sexed up the reservations clerk – naughty of me, I think he thought he had a date. He looked up their records. Christina stayed there at the relevant time.'
'But Irene is the wrong name,' Monica observed.
'I think she did that to protect herself. Not knowing who would come looking for her.'
'I agree,' Tweed said. 'Type out that ad with the date and add it to the file. You did a good job. Actually,' he admitted, 'I knew about the advertisement. Newman told me over the phone that Christina had explained to him during dinner that was how she met Masterson. He saw the ad and contacted her.'
'Thanks a lot!' Paula threw down her pencil. 'So I wasted my time.'
'Hardly. I didn't spot that newspaper in Barrymore's study – which shows. he was interested. And in the near future I think you and I should drive down again to Exmoor to see how Butler and Nield are getting on. We know more than we did last time.'
He stopped as the phone rang. Monica grabbed her receiver and spoke briefly. Putting her hand over the mouthpiece she looked at Tweed.
'Talk of the devil. Pete Nield on the phone for you.'
'Sorry to phone you so early. I called on the off chance,' Nield explained. 'I'm tasking from a public box. We put the pressure on and guess what's happened. The hunters have become the hunted. Harry and I are being watched by Barrymore and Kearns,'
'What do you mean?' Tweed's tone was sharp, alarmed.
'We each took one of them in turn and let them spot us – riding on the moor. Now when we get up there they appear out of nowhere and stalk us! It's uncanny…'
They know the moor better than you'll ever do. What was their routine before they turned the tables on you?'
'Robson rode to see patients during the day. He can go for ages without food or drink. His patients are scattered over a large area. Evenings he has a meal, presumably prepared by his sister. Then he retires up to that conning tower place and reads. After dark he draws the curtains. Goes to bed late.'
'And Kearns?'
'He rides the moor a lot. His wife, Jill, never appears. She hasn't been seen by either of us. Maybe he locks her up. As for Kearns, he rides up to the summit of Dunkery Beacon. Stays up there at night. God knows what he's doing. Can't get close enough. Weird bloke. A solitary.'
'Dunkery Beacon? That's the highest point on Exmoor…'
That's right. Like to know about Barrymore?'
'Of course.'
'He's about one hundred feet from where I'm talking. Inside a newspaper shop that opens early. He's standing by the window, half-pretending to read a paper. But he's watching me. He came into the village on a horse tethered further down the High Street. He's also got a rifle in a scabbard attached to the saddle.'
Tweed thought quickly. 'Now listen to me. Butler is inside The Luttrel Arms? Good. This is what you do. The unexpected. You vanish. Pay your bills. Then both of you drive to Taunton. The colonel can't follow you on a horse. Hire fresh cars in Taunton. Quite different models. Book into the main hotel in Taunton, using assumed names. Change your clothes – buy new ones which completely change your appearance. Then switch your attentions to Professor Guy Seton-Charles. Track him night and day. Don't let him know you're on his tail. You can pick him up tomorrow morning at his bungalow on that estate. Understood?'
'Will do.'
'And let Monica know the name of your new hotel, how we can contact you. Now, move!'
Tweed slammed down the phone. He started cleaning his glasses on his handkerchief. Monica watched, winked at Paula. She recognized the signs.
'Something has happened?' she ventured.
'Yes. The pressure worked…' He told them what had happened. 'Maybe crisis time is approaching.'
'And the object of the new exercise is?' Paula asked.
'To throw Barrymore and Kearns off balance. One moment they're being tracked by Butler and Nield. Suddenly the trackers disappear. I'll bet for the next week Barrymore and Kearns scour the moors looking for them, wondering where the devil they've gone. Also I'm pulling Butler and Nield out of the firing line. Maybe literally.'
'Don't follow,' Paula said.
'I didn't like the sound of the rifle Barrymore is carrying. You get shooting accidents on moors. And no one can prove it wasn't just that. And it's psychological warfare.'
'Don't follow that,' Paula said.
'We'll leave Exmoor alone for a week. Just when the hunters think they've scared off the opposition you and I arrive – asking more questions.'
They had breakfast brought in by the day guard, George. Sandwiches and coffee which they consumed at their desks, It was ten o'clock when Tweed asked Monica to put in a call to Chief Inspector Sarris of Athens Homicide.
'I met him once at a security conference in Geneva. He's very bright, but I have to try and stop him doing something. The timing is wrong. If he's not there, ask for Kalos…' Tweed spelt it out for her. 'He is Sarris' clever assistant.
Has a mind like a computer – especially where Greek history is concerned.'
Tweed returned to studying the file headed Ionides. Monica reported all the lines to Greece were busy. 'Probably travel agents booking holidays. I'll keep trying.'
'Fair enough. Meantime, try Brown's Hotel again. In Dunster I made an arrangement with Jill Kearns that if she carne up to London we'd meet. I said I'd keep in touch with the hotel so I'd know when she was here.'
'I'm calling daily. She wasn't there yesterday…'
'Nield told me she's disappeared from Exmoor, that they haven't seen her for some time. Try now…'
'She's on the line,' Monica told him a few minutes later.
'Tweed here. When did you arrive?'
'Darling, how absolutely marvellous to hear your voice. So reassuring. I'm on my own. God, am I glad to be back in civilization. I was going out of my mind on that dreadful moor.'
'Can we meet today?' Tweed asked, stemming the flood.
