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  1. Cover
  2. Epigraph
  3. INTRODUCTION
  4. BOOK ONE
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  29. BOOK TWO
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  44. BOOK THREE
  45. PROLOGUE
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  67. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  68. Also by Jack Higgins
  69. About the Publisher

‘What he actually gave her was a ten-pound note. He says she tucked it into her stocking top. Apparently made some crack about it being the safest place.’

‘Now that is interesting,’ Mallory was aware of a sudden tightness in his chest that interfered with his breathing – an old and infallible sign. ‘That might just about clinch things if I use it in the right way. I think you’d better get back here right away, Miller.’

‘But what about Faulkner, sir?’

‘Oh, to hell with Faulkner, man. Get back here now and that’s an order.’

He slammed down the phone and turned to Brady who waited, leaning against the wall. ‘Miller’s just come up with an interesting tit-bit. Remember Faulkner said he gave the girl ten pounds for posing for him. He’s just told Miller it was actually a ten-pound note. Now I wonder what our friend in there would do with it.’

‘Always assuming that he’s the man we want, sir,’ Brady reminded him.

‘Now don’t you start, Brady,’ Mallory said. ‘I’ve got enough on my hands with Miller.’

‘All right, sir,’ Brady said. ‘Put a match to it if he had any sense.’

‘Which I doubt,’ Mallory chuckled grimly. ‘Can you imagine Harold Phillips putting a match to a ten-pound note?’ He shook his head. ‘Not on your life. He’ll have stashed it away somewhere.’

At that moment Henry Wade appeared from the lift at the end of the corridor and came towards them, Harold’s trousers over his arm.

‘Anything else for me?’ Mallory demanded.

wade shook his head.

‘I’m afraid not. He was with a woman, that’s all I can tell you.’

‘Nothing more?’

Wade shrugged. ‘No stains we can link with the girl if that’s what you mean. Sometimes if you’re lucky you can test the semen for its blood group factor. About forty per cent of males secrete their blood group in their body fluids. Of course it won’t work if the subject isn’t a member of that group. In any case you need a large specimen and it’s got to be fresh. Sorry, sir.’

Mallory took a deep breath. ‘All right, this is what we do. We’re all going back in there. I want you to simply stand with the trousers over your arm and say nothing, Wade. Brady – just look serious. That’s all I ask.’

‘But what are you going to try, sir?’ Brady demanded.

‘A king-size bluff,’ Mallory said simply. ‘I’m simply betting on the fact that I’m a better poker player than Harold Phillips.’

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