‘He probably knew before I did,’ said Hanna sourly. He took a big handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his brow. ‘I want to talk to you and I might as well do it here. I could do with a drink.’

‘All right,’ I said, so he signalled to the driver of the car and we went inside and found a table. Hanna’s eyes were even sleepier and he seemed drawn. ‘You look tired.’

‘My wife’s not seeing much of me,’ he said.

‘Got any kids?’

‘Three – two boys and a girl.’ He looked out into the street at the empty space where his car had been. ‘Sorry about Ogilvie. About the arrangements: there’ll have to be a post-mortem.’

‘It had better not be Winstanley,’ I said coldly.

‘It won’t be. What about afterwards?’

‘The body had better be shipped back to England. Western and Continental will pick up the tab.’

‘I can see to that,’ he said.

‘Have you got any further in finding out who did it?’

‘Not much.’ He pointed. ‘It happened just there.’ I looked at the pavement ‘He came back on Negrini’s private ferry just before one in the morning. He walked up past here and then he was attacked. There were no witnesses but I’d say it was a gang bust – no one man could do that to another.’

‘Any ideas of who or why?’

‘No evidence of anything.’

‘That wasn’t my question,’ I said. ‘I asked if you had any ideas.’

Hanna looked at me with lazy, half-closed eyes, then turned as the waiter came up. ‘I’ll have a cold beer,’ he said. I ordered another rum and coke. When the waiter went away Hanna said abruptly, ‘You’re keeping bad company, Mr Kemp.’

‘Who?’ I asked, and jerked my thumb over my shoulder. ‘Conyers?’

Hanna turned and surveyed the room, then looked at me. ‘You’ve been talking to Joe Hawke,’ he said. ‘Gerry Negrini may be Mr Black but Joseph Leroy Hawke is Mr Black Power. What did he want?’

‘He seemed to think I’d proved that Salton was murdered,’ I said. ‘I disillusioned him.’

‘Lots of people seem to have got that idea. It’s causing us trouble.’

‘I saw some of it this morning outside the hotel. Your policemen weren’t very nice.’

‘Those people were breaking the law,’ said Hanna. ‘Do you approve of lawbreakers?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘But I think there are some damn fool laws.’