sweater of many colours, and corduroy slacks, stood up. He was calm, stared all round, looking longest at Marler. 'I'll know you when we meet again.'
'I'll know you,' Marler responded offhandedly.
'At least we've got to know each other,' Osborne said, looking at Tweed. 'We'll get to know each other much better, I'm sure.'
'Thank you again for calling in,' Tweed replied.
'I can let myself out.' Osborne paused as he opened the door, his gaze again sweeping the room. 'Have a nice day.'
'My God, what a bloody boor,' Paula exclaimed.
'American,' Marler drawled. 'All brawn, no brain.'
'I'd say,' Tweed disagreed, 'that he's highly dangerous and it would be a great mistake to underestimate him.'
'In that case,' Newman said after a pause, 'maybe he's the man in charge of all the thugs flooding into London. He could handle that job.'
'You may be right. That strange organization they've set up. EAD. Executive Action Department. I don't too much like the sound of it.'
'As long as the first word doesn't mean Execution,' Paula ruminated.
'I'm really going to check that man out,' Monica announced venomously.
'Do that,' Tweed urged her. 'Try to fill in some of those large gaps in his life. Now, I think all of you really should go home and get some rest. I'll stay here awhile. I have a lot to think about.'
'Could I stay on for a few minutes?' Paula requested. 'I want to ask you about something.'
'Of course you may…'
As they left the office Marler followed Newman downstairs and walked alongside him to his Merc. They were both wearing sheepskins and the wind was bitter, the temperature way down. Along the main road beyond the Crescent people hurried, shoulders hunched, heads down. Girls walked with their arms folded to give extra protection.
'You mentioned when you phoned me this morning before leaving your flat that you'd decided to take Basil Windermere up on his invitation to meet you at Bentleys this evening,' Marler said.
'That's right. At eight o'clock. Downstairs bar. Why?' 'I'd rather like to be there. Not with you,' Marler added as Newman frowned.
'Windermere will recognize you.'
'No, he won't. You may not either. You don't mind?' 'Why this interest in Windermere?' Newman questioned.
'For one thing I happen to know he's made a number of extendedtrips to the Continent recently. And prior to that he was seen in Paris frequently.'
'Join the party, then,' Newman said reluctantly. 'But you'd better not be seen.'
'I'll be the Invisible Man.'
'You wanted to ask me questions,' Tweed said to Paula. 'Fire away.'
'This Bunker down on Romney Marsh – which, of course, I've seen. It must have taken months to build. What triggered off the idea? You've made three trips to Washington, which is unusual for you. One several months ago, two more recently.'
'First, the Bunker was completed in thirty days.' 'I can't believe it.'
'Marler kept his imported workers going hard at it. The main reason it was put together so quickly was the maze of cellars which already existed under that old farmhouse. I heard about it from a historian. I'm sure it was once used by smugglers ages ago. One distant tunnel comes up underneath an abandoned old bell tower not far from the sea.'
'I didn't see that.'
'Because I didn't show it to you. The door at the end of the tunnel is concealed. You'll see it the next time I take you down there. Satisfied?'
'No. You're evading the second part of my question. I also asked what triggered off the idea. Your trips to Washington?'
'You've forgotten.' Tweed smiled. 'I've also made trips to Paris recently.'
'There he goes again,' Paula said to Monica. 'As cryptic as Marler's friend,' she commented, switching her gaze to Tweed.
'What happened to him? When I called you after getting back to my flat last night you said the three of you were having a marvellous time – that your guest had a great sense of humour.'
'He has. He said he was flying back this morning. Now, time for me to go.'
'She's probably off to her health club,' Monica informed Tweed.
'Health club?'
'I haven't bothered to mention it,' said Paula as she put on her coat. 'For the past six months I've attended this health club.'
'Aerobics and all that.' Monica snorted. 'She's on a health kick. Fit as the proverbial fiddle and strong as a horse.'
'I approve,' said Tweed. Paula was just leaving when he called out to her. 'Did Marler's friend say where he was flying to?'
'Paris.'
Tweed remained behind his desk when Paula had gone. Monica was using her computer to record certain aspects of a profile she was working on. None of it was on the network. Tweed had warned her earlier to work in this way. He was writing groups of names on a large pad, then circling groups and drawing lines from one to another, trying to work out whether they linked up. The phone rang.
'American Embassy on the line,' Monica called out. 'Not that pest, Osborne?'
'No. Sharon Mandeville. Said she'd met you at a party once in Washington.'
'Tweed speaking.'
'This is Sharon Mandeville. I don't know whether you'll remember me. We had a long chat at a Washington cocktail party.'
The voice' was soft, tentative, appealing. Tweed detected a note of hesitancy.
'Remember you well, Ms Mandeville. What can I do for you?'
'I need to talk to you privately. Would it be too much to ask you to come over to the Embassy to see me?'
'Of course not. When do you suggest?'
'It's probably inconvenient for you, but I was wondering whether you could come over this morning – at your convenience?'
'I could come now.'
'I'll be waiting for you. Just ask for me at reception. Till then…'
'I'm off to the American Embassy to meet her,' he told Monica as he put on his overcoat.
'Don't fall for her.'
'Hardly likely. And it fits in nicely with my driving down to Parham this afternoon. I want to have a long talk with Sir Guy Strangeways. See if I can find out what he is up to.'
5
Tweed asked his cab driver to drop him just outside Grosvenor Square. March had come in like a lion and a biting wind was battering at him. Above the elegant square an armada of low dark clouds scudded across the sky, threatening a cloudburst.
