synchronizing the two events.' He wiped soap off his face, cleaned his brush and razor. 'It would require truly superhuman planning – to blow up our HQ in London and then commit the massacre all within a few hours.' Tweed's tone sharpened as he put on his tie. 'I honestly don't now believe such timing was possible, that it happened that way. They wouldn't have the information in time – that Amberg was at the manor and that Joel Dyson had deposited copies of the film and the tape with us. Not enough time to organize both the massive car bomb and the massacre way down in Cornwall.'
Paula frowned as she snapped her compact shut after checking her appearance behind Tweed's back. She stared at him as he put on his jacket.
'What you are suggesting contradicts all our theories.'
'My wrong theories.' Tweed folded his arms on the back of an upholstered chair and stared down at her. 'It came to me in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep. I've assumed I was trying to assemble the pieces of a single complex jigsaw. Now I'm sure that there are two jigsaws.'
'Help!' said Paula in mock confusion. 'I don't think I could cope with that. Two separate jigsaws?'
'No, it's far more diabolical than that. These two jigsaws interlock. To put it simply, one couldn't exist without the other.'
'Simply? If you say so.'
'Paula, it all started with Joel Dyson flying in from the States with a film and a tape. Whatever is recorded on those two items is so earth-shattering that an army of top professionals flies in after Dyson. Those pieces of the jigsaw fit. One jigsaw so far.'
'And these cold-blooded professionals – killers – are all American,'she pointed out.
'True. Ponder that and you might get a glimmer as to who is behind the apparatus controlled by Norton. I admit the idea is world-shaking. Want to guess who?'
'No idea. Go on.'
'Maybe we should have breakfast…' Tweed began.
'Let it wait a bit. I want to hear more,' Paula urged him on. 'I sense you've had a mental breakthrough.'
'Let's call the American apparatus Goliath. They track Dyson to Park Crescent, assume – correctly – that he's left the film and tape with us, although they don't know they're copies. Goliath organizes the massive car bomb to destroy the film and tape. Still with Jigsaw One.'
'What about Jigsaw Two?'
'I'm now convinced the massacre at Tresillian Manor was carried out by someone else. Let's borrow Jennie Blade's Shadow Man. He knows Dyson flew on to Zurich with the copies of the film and the tape-'
'Assumption,' Paula objected. 'How do you know that?'
'It's the only sequence of events which explains the new theory I've developed, which I'm sure is the right one. Do let me finish. Shadow Man has to be someone who knows the Ambergs – and therefore knew what Dyson had left with them. He has to be someone who knows the Ambergs,' he repeated, 'because he knew Amberg would be at Tresillian Manor on the day of the massacre. Those two items are worth a fortune – proved by the tremendous efforts the Americans are making to get them back, to eliminate anyone who might know about their existence. Am I going too fast?'
'No. I'm beginning to get ahead of you. Shadow Man wants to lay his hands on film and tape, wants the fortune they could bring him.'
'So, logically, he plans and carries out the massacre at Tresillian Manor. His real target was, of course, Amberg.'
'Why?'Paula enquired.
'Because he knows he can handle the more passive twin – Walter. He also knows he'd never get Julius to release them to him. Solution? Murder Julius. Which leaves the weak Walter to obtain the film and tape from. Hence the two interlocking jigsaws – and the fact that one couldn't exist without the other.'
'I do see what you mean now. Whatever happened in America created a chain reaction among a lot of people.'
'Which is why I insist the two jigsaws are linked like identical twins.' Tweed gazed into the distance out of the window. The sun shone on steeply slanting rooftops. 'What we need to do is to get hold of that film, see what is on it, and listen to the tape. Which is what I'm going to demand from Amberg when we reach the Chateau Noir today. He must have hidden them somewhere, may even be carrying them around with him. Now, breakfast.'
'Just before we go down, we have a problem,' Paula warned. 'It's called Jennie Blade. Somehow she's found out we're going up into the Vosges this morning. She insists on coming with us. I argued but got nowhere. She's scared stiff of the Shadow Man.'
'Let Gaunt take care of her,' Tweed said, grasping the door handle. 'She's his girl friend.'
'Gaunt has driven off early this morning in his BMW. He had Eve with him. She didn't look too happy with him. I saw Gaunt heading off towards the Vosges and Eve had her chin up, staring fixedly away from him.'
'I can guess what that was about,' Tweed remarked and smiled wrily. 'Eve wanted to go up to see Amberg at the Chateau Noir on her own and Gaunt – dominating as ever – bullied her into going with him. He may have made a mistake. Eve can handle even Gaunt if push comes to shove. And we can't be lumbered on this trip with Jennie.'
'Better tell Jennie yourself. Oh, I waved off Marler when he drove away at dawn on his way to the Ballon d'Alsace.'
'Why were you up at that hour?'
Tweed had paused, still holding the door handle. He had not yet unlocked the door while he waited for her reply.
'Couldn't sleep,' Paula told him. 'Something someone said was important and I can't recall it. Got up in the middle of the night, had a shower, got dressed, went downstairs. Which is how I saw Marler before he left for that gliding school. I had an early breakfast, then saw Eve leaving with Gaunt. But I'll join you for more coffee. This is going to be a rough ride up into the Vosges, isn't it? I found all the Americans had checked out early.'
'Yes, it will be a very rough ride up to the heights of the Chateau Noir,' Tweed warned her.
Tweed and Paula did not breakfast alone in the Brasserie. They had hardly sat down and ordered continental breakfast when Jennie Blade appeared. Clad in ski pants tucked into ankle boots, a white woollen polo-necked sweater which emphasized her figure, and carrying a sheepskin, she sat down at their table, facing Tweed.
'May I join you?'
She gave him a ravishing smile and nodded to Paula who stared back at her without comment.
'You just did,' Tweed pointed out.
'I hope I'm not interrupting an intimate tete-a-tete,' she went on, glancing again at Paula.
'Hardly, at breakfast time,' Tweed replied drily.
'I hear you're driving up into the mountains today. You know' – she gave him her most beguiling smile – 'I couldn't sleep a wink last night -I couldn't get out of my mind my experience with that Shadow Man in the fog. So, please, please, take me with you. You could come back and find me dead.'
'Anything is possible,' Tweed agreed neutrally.
'Then that's settled, you'll take me up there with you -and with you by my side I'll feel perfectly safe, Tweed.'
'Paula is likely to be by my side.' He drank the coffee a waiter had appeared with as though by magic, which Paula had then poured. 'Space will be at a premium,' he said.
'What is the premium you would like me to pay?' Jennie shook her golden mane off her shoulder, gazing at Tweed with an expression which made Paula grit her teeth. 'I will pay in any currency you specify,' she went on suggestively.
'How about Hungarian forints?' Paula snapped.
'I am asking Mr Tweed,' Jennie said politely, not looking in Paula's direction. 'Seriously, it was a horrible experience last night. And the Met forecast is for more fog this evening. That's when he appears – the Shadow Man. I won't be any trouble. I'll do exactly what you tell me to do – or not to do.' Her voice trembled. 'Please. Oh, please, Tweed. Let me come with you.'
'If I let you,' Tweed said grimly, 'you will obey orders from the word go.' He held up a hand. 'No more protestations. I've laid down the conditions. No more to say.'
Inwardly Paula swore as she savagely piled butter on her croissant. You wily, conniving little devil, she said to
