“If this is just an attempt to raise a bit of extra money, then it’s rather clever,” said Reilly. “Willie pays the blackmailer—and pays quickly—to avoid personal embarrassment. We pay him—though rather more slowly, as is typical of government departments—to avoid placing Willie in the invidious position of wondering how to recover his money. And Walter is right, I think. These tapes have been keenly priced. Two hundred thousand is just enough to make it worth their while but not too much to stop Willie from buying them.”

TWENTY-THREE

We listened to the tape recording again, and this time, when it was finished, we left the whitewashed drawing room and stepped onto the terrace and had champagne and a cold lobster supper under the stars. Later on, Sir John Sinclair excused himself and went to make a telephone call to “the friends” in London, he said, to set in motion the laborious process of raising Maugham’s money from the cash-strapped British government. Robin Maugham continued to stay away from the Villa Mauresque, which suited his uncle, and, bored I think, Alan Searle drove off somewhere in his car, leaving Reilly, Blunt, Maugham, and me still talking over cigarettes and brandy. Then, with arms folded across his chest like an Egyptian mummy, and glasses perched on the end of his long, beaky nose, Blunt excused himself and set about surveying the old queen’s pictures. From time to time we could hear him utter some adjective to punctuate his breathless appreciation of Maugham’s collection, which, later on, he declared to be “as good as any he had ever seen in private hands,” pleasing the writer to no end. He himself was again in a good mood; the prospect of risking a large sum of money with no guarantee of reimbursement had been troubling him a great deal.

“Well, that’s a relief, I must say. About the money. I was thinking I might have to postpone the purchase of a nice little painting I’ve found by Stanislas Lépine. It is rather expensive. Icing on the cake, as it were. Or perhaps even the cherry. At my time of life, it’s a little hard to tell. By the way, the money will be available from Hottingers, my bankers in Nice, tomorrow morning at eleven.”

“You were quite right to call us, Willie,” said Reilly. “Thank you. Thank you so much. There’s absolutely no question we have to stop these tapes from falling into the wrong hands. And if Mr. Wolf is agreeable, we’ll ask him to handle the exchange, I think. We wouldn’t like to spook this fellow Hebel by introducing anyone new to the proceedings at this late stage. Having said that, perhaps our chaps from Fort Monckton could ride shotgun with you for some of the time and help keep an eye on the money.”