is the only man I never broke under interrogation. That is, a man I knew was guilty of a hideous crime.'
`What went wrong?'
`An unbreakable alibi for the time of the murder. He was supposed to be drinking in a bar on the waterfront at the relevant time. Three of his pals swore he was there.' Kuhlmann looked grim. 'But my main problem was Starmberg refused to answer one single question. He remained silent during the whole interrogation. His crook of a lawyer told me about the alibi. Starmberg is a man of teak.'
`That's how he struck me when I met him briefly in Brussels. He's now staying at the Four Seasons with Dr Wand.'
`In that case Dr Wand keeps very bad company.'
`That does not surprise me,' Tweed commented, drinking some coffee, then attacking another roll.
`I have more news for you,' Kuhlmann continued. 'In the morning the river police are using a barge equipped with lifting tackle to hoist up the remains of the Holsten V. Westerndorf is calling for you at the hotel tomorrow morning at nine o'clock to take you to Blankenese. If that is convenient.'
`I'll make it convenient. I want to see the state of the vessel. You're moving very fast, Otto.'
`I was just about to say that you are-'
Kuhlmann broke off as the phone started ringing. Raising his thick eyebrows, he answered. Listening, Tweed ate another roll. Paula opened the door, said she was going back to the hotel in a police car, waved to Tweed as she left.
Kuhlmann put down the phone, put his large hand to his head in mock amazement.
`That I have never known before. Normally I wait hours – days – while a pathologist takes his time. He has just made a cursory examination of the seaman's corpse. Well, now we know where he came from – and we don't.'
`What does that mean?' Tweed enquired.
`The fillings in the teeth. No dentist in Western Europe attended to him. He comes from the East. How far east? I asked. You know what he said? Maybe from Bulgaria, maybe from Romania, maybe from one of the old Soviet republics. Very precise – even if very prompt.'
`It fits in with the picture I'm building up of what is happening.'
`And you wouldn't care to sketch in that picture?'
`Too early yet.' Tweed stood up. 'Thanks for the food, for all your co-operation. I'd better get back to the hotel now.'
`I'll get you an unmarked car to take you there. See you in the morning – at Blankenese. I wonder what they will haul up out of the depths of the Elbe?'
Tweed thanked the driver, stepped out of the car. About to climb the flight of steps into the hotel he paused. Walking towards him was Paula. He advanced on her.
`What the devil are you doing out on your own?'
`Don't I count?'
Newman emerged out of the shadows where he had stopped for a second to glance in a shop window. He grinned at Tweed's discomfiture.
`We are looking after her, as you see.'
`Thank heaven for that. Sorry, Paula. I was worried. It is cold – the temperature has dropped suddenly. Let's get into the warmth.'
They mounted the steps with Tweed in the middle. As they entered the lobby Tweed stood quite still, motioned with his hands for Paula and Newman to do the same. Straight ahead of them extended an arm of the lobby where the toilets were situated. Hanging from the walls of the extended arm were several tapestries.
An imposing figure, clad in a smoking jacket, expensive blue trousers, a white shirt, and a red bow-tie, stood examining the tapestries. Dr Wand. Alongside him stood Jules Starmberg. The two men turned, began walking towards the lobby. They saw Tweed and his companions at the same moment.
Dr Wand stopped, motionless, staring at Tweed. He was so still he might have been a statue. Gazing at them through his pince-nez, his expression froze – showed no trace of emotion whatsoever. Starmberger lacked his chief's iron self-control. Astonishment, disbelief, fury – his reaction was clearly written on his brutish face.
Wand was the first to recover. Smiling his twisted smile, he came forward, his eyes gleaming.
`My dear Tweed, what an amazing coincidence. Of all the cities in Europe, this wonderful continent of such infinite variety, how extraordinary that we-'
`Good-night,' Tweed said, and led the way to the Haerlin restaurant.
Dr Hyde slowly climbed the hill behind the hafen – the harbour on the River Elbe in Hamburg. He had just enjoyed the company of an obliging lady he had met on the waterfront. Her fee had seemed rather exorbitant compared with Liege, but then he reminded himself that the quality of her entertainment had been rather higher.
He moved slowly because the fog made everything seem different. The last thing he wanted to do was to lose his way to the modest gasthof which he had made his temporary home. He sighed with relief as he saw the blurred neon sign indicating vacancies.
His attempt to use the key his landlady had lent him and enter unseen was a fiasco. As he crept towards the stairs she opened the door of her living-room. A scrawny woman with greedy eyes, her expression was one of unpleasant amusement as she greeted him in German.
Not a night to linger on the waterfront. You must have had a long walk. You've been out over two hours.'
`And what concern is that of yours?' he snapped in his pidgin German.
`I thought perhaps you had found some company. There is a good selection of that on the waterfront.'
`Shut your trap, you old-'
His face had twisted into a glare of sheer malevolence – a mistake he tried to correct immediately. He gave her his best bedside manner smile, thankful he had stopped himself from calling her a hag. That would have drawn a lot of attention to himself permanently.
`Please do excuse me, Frau, but I drank a little wine and it has upset my stomach. I hope you will accept my deep apologies…'
She pursed her lips, shrugged her thin shoulders, slammed the door shut in his face. Perturbed, he climbed the stairs, unlocked the door of his sparsely furnished room, heard the phone ringing, hurried to pick up the receiver.
Dr Wand sat at the desk in his room at the Four Seasons, drumming his thick fingers on its surface. Starmberg was waiting anxiously for his reaction. It came fast enough.
`What I would like to know, my dear Jules, is how in the name of Heaven could Tweed have survived?'
`The Cadillac team reported over my car radio that the main consignment was aboard. That must have meant Tweed. I don't understand what went wrong.'
`Miss Paula Grey must enjoy our company,' Wand decided. 'You said you had a plan?'
`It is foolproof,' Starmberg assured him.
`Then will you be so good as to reactivate this marvellous plan? And I must phone Dr Hyde. This time we will wait only three days after Miss Grey has sampled our hospitality. Three days for Tweed to eat his soul out. Then we will send him a piece of Miss Grey to remind him he must remain in retirement.'
Wand checked the number of the gasthof Dr Hyde had phoned to him while Wand was still at his Waterloo villa. Dialling the number, he bit his thin lips as the ringing went on and on. Was the corrupt swine out spending his money on worthless women again?
`Who is calling?'
Dr Hyde's distinctive grovelling voice. He sounded short of breath.
`You know who is speaking,' Wand began. 'A patient will be needing urgent treatment. So kindly listen carefully. Your case is packed? Excellent. Leave at once for the railway station. Catch the first possible train to Flensburg on the German-Danish border. As soon as you arrive a car will be waiting outside to take you across the frontier into Jutland – Denmark. The driver will identify himself as Johnny from Tinglev. I will spell that name.. Repeat it, please. Good…'
`Could I not catch another train to Tinglev-'
`My dear sir' – Wand's tone was pure acid – 'when I make a suggestion I have a reason for doing so. At that
