'He's sure to try again.'
'I think that's the last thing he'll do.'
'Why?'
'Because he knows that I'll be on my guard now,' said Colbeck. 'He'd never have a chance to get that close again.'
'We'll look under every stone in London for him.'
'That could be a wasted exercise, Inspector.'
'Why?'
'Because I don't think he'll stay in the city.'
'He must, if he wants to ambush you again,' said Tallis.
'No, sir. It's too dangerous. Luke Rogan won't show his face here again. He's probably on his way out of London right now.'
'Where do you think he will go?'
'There's one obvious place.'
'Is there?'
'Yes, Superintendent,' said Colbeck. 'He'll want a refuge. He'll scurry back to the man who dragged him into this in the first place. They have a common bond, after all. When we catch them, both will face the prospect of a death sentence.'
Sir Marcus Hetherington was livid when he was told that he had a visitor by the name of Luke Rogan. Storming out of the library, he went to the front door of his mansion and saw the sorry figure waiting in the porch. Rogan was still wearing the old coat and dungarees. Since he was holding his cap in his hands, the bruises on his forehead and the black eye were clearly visible. Sir Marcus spluttered.
'Whatever brought you here?' he asked.
'We need to settle our account, Sir Marcus.'
'This house is sacrosanct. You're not allowed anywhere near it.'
'I think I am,' said Rogan, pugnaciously.
'And how did you get those bruises?'
'Invite me in and I'll tell you.'
'You're not coming in here.'
Fearing that his wife might see the man, Sir Marcus took him past the stable block at the rear of the house. They went into an outbuilding some distance away so that they could talk without being seen. Rogan told him about the failed attempt on Colbeck's life. The old man was incensed.
'Can't you do anything you're told?' he yelled.
'I got rid of that Frenchman for you,' retorted the other.
'Yes, but you didn't bring that railway to a halt, did you? Nor did you stop the police from finding out your identity, thus putting both our lives in danger. And now – this!'
'Colbeck saw me coming.'
'You swore to me that you'd kill him.'
'I tried, Sir Marcus. How do you think I got these bruises?'
'The worst thing of all is that you come running here, like a snivelling child who's been beaten at school.'
Rogan became truculent. 'I didn't come for sympathy,' he said. 'I came for what's owed to me. Now that I have to get out of London, I need every penny.'
'I'm not paying you for something you didn't do.'
'You have to, Sir Marcus. You gave me your word.'
'I've paid you enough already,' said the old man, 'and the money was not well spent. You blundered. And to cap it all, you have the temerity to disturb me in my own home. That's unpardonable.'
'We're in this together.'
'Our association is ended forthwith.'
'You don't get off the hook that easily, Sir Marcus,' said Rogan, squaring up to him. 'If you don't pay me what's due, I'll write a note to Inspector Colbeck and tell him whose idea it was to kill Gaston Chabal and toss him off that viaduct.'
'You wouldn't dare!' howled Sir Marcus.
'What do I have to lose?'
'You're the man they're after, not me. There's a description of you in the newspapers this morning. If you were so careful, how did the police track you down to your office?'
'Give me the money!'
'No!'
'If I go down, Sir Marcus, you'll come with me.'
There was a silent battle of wills. Sir Marcus glowered at him but Rogan met his gaze with unflinching steadiness. The old man was enraged by the lack of respect he was being shown. Hitherto, Rogan had always been deferential. He was now scornful of their social differences. He would not be cowed. Sir Marcus reached a decision. When he had first employed him, Rogan had been an asset to him. He had now become a liability.
'Who knows that you came here?' he asked.
'Nobody.'
'Are you sure?'
'Quite sure, Sir Marcus.'
'Someone must have brought you from the railway station.'
'I walked.'
Sir Marcus was duly impressed. It was almost two miles to the house. If Rogan had walked all the way, it showed how eager he was to get there. Since the house was in an isolated position, the chances that anyone had seen him coming there were very slim. The only other person who had set eyes on the visitor was one of the servants. Feigning repentance, Sir Marcus nodded his head.
'I am indebted to you,' he conceded. 'There's no denying that.'
'I need my money,' said Rogan.
'You'll get it – on the understanding that you'll go far away from here and never return. Is that agreed?'
'You'll never see me again, Sir Marcus.'
'Do I have your word on that?'
'I won't even stay in the country.'
'In that case,' said the old man, 'I'll get what I owe you and I'll add something more. Wait here until I get back.'
Victor Leeming arrived at the Lamb and Flag to find a tankard of beer waiting for him. Colbeck was sitting at a table. When he saw the inspector's face, Leeming was shocked.
'You look worse than me, sir!' he said.
'I feel it, Victor.'
'What on earth happened?'
'I had a chance meeting with Luke Rogan.'
Leeming sat down in the other chair and listened to the story. He was annoyed that he had left Colbeck alone after their meeting in John Islip Street. He felt guilty.
'I should have made sure you caught a cab,' he said.
'I can look after myself.'
'But you might have been killed, sir.'
'A little shaken up, that's all,' said Colbeck. 'What really upset me was that I tore my coat and muddied my trousers. Luckily, I keep a change of clothing in my office. I'd never have ventured in here otherwise.' He drank some whisky. 'What did you learn?'
'You can cross three of the names off that list, sir.'
'Excellent – that takes us down to single figures. Some of the other men working on the case have been busy as well. They managed to eliminate another eight suspects between them.'
