"I went to find Lance and Erica; we had a drink, and then we returned to the Farm Street house. Erica cooked, and Lance asked me to go to the cellar and bring up some wine. I did, and the bodies were gone, everything cleaned up."
Hedger looked really interested. "How long were you out of the house?"
"An hour and a half, maybe two hours."
"Long enough for Lance to visit the house, clean up, and return to the other house?"
"If he hurried, and if he was very efficient. He was on the phone when I arrived at the other house, but I"ve no idea how long he had been there."
"Could Lance have had any idea you"d been to the Farm Street house?"
"Possibly, since I got the keys from Monica. Maybe she told him."
"So he sent you down to the cellar so you could see for yourself that everything had been cleaned up."
"Perhaps. I"ll have to find out if Monica told him I had the keys."
"Do that. Now, as I said, to sum up, what does this tell us about Lance?"
"You tell me."
"It tells us that Lance is a part of something bigger than himself."
"How does it tell us that?"
"You obviously didn"t read the papers this morning."
"Not thoroughly."
"Your two "Greeks" were found in Hyde Park, in the trunk of a stolen car. The police are quite excited about it."
"Oh."
"I very much doubt if Lance had time to steal a car, load the bodies into it, and clean up the wine cellar, all on his own."
"You have a point. But what if it wasn"t Lance?"
"Who else might it be?"
"The bald man?"
"They were his men; why would he shoot them in Lance"s wine cellar, then clean up after himself? I could understand that he might wish to pin the murders on Lance, but in that case, he"d have left them where they lay, for somebody to find, wouldn"t he?"
"I suppose so."
"The parties we know are involved in this are Lance, the bald man and his two companions, and the two "Greeks," and they"re dead. If there"s another party, I don"t know about it, and neither do you."
"Lance would," Stone said. "If he knows anything. It"s possible that another party murdered the two men, and Lance knows nothing about it."
"If you were the investigating officer, and you are, in a way, would you believe that?"
"It wouldn"t be my first theory," Stone admitted.
"Now, back to the bald gentleman. I think he"s a diplomat; how do we find out who he is?"
"Tonight, I"ll have a list of the people at table twelve," Stone said. "We can begin there."
"Very good," Hedger said. The waiter arrived with their sole, and they tucked into it.
Stone liked the roe.
38.
LATER THAT EVENING, MR. CHEVALIER, the matre d" in the Connaught restaurant, took note that Stone had arrived, for the second time that week, with a beautiful woman. He must have had a sense of humor, because he seated them at the same corner table that Stone had shared with Sarah.
Sarah had called that afternoon. "Why don"t I cook you some dinner at my flat this evening?"
"I"m afraid I already have plans," Stone said.
"Anyone I know?"
Strictly speaking, no, though she knew about Arrington. "No."
"I"m not sure I like this."
"It"s business," Stone said, falling back on the most convenient lie. He didn"t like lying, but he was cornered.
"Oh."
"How"s it going with James"s estate?" he asked, wanting to remind her that she should, strictly speaking, be in mourning.
"Splendidly," she said. "Julian Wainwright has had a word with the conglomerate, and it looks as though they"re still interested in buying the business."
"That"s good news."
"Yes, it is."
There was an awkward silence.
"Will I see you this week?"
"Of course. Oh, by the way, do you know if Monica spoke to Lance the other night, after she gave me the keys to the Farm Street house?"
"I don"t think so; we had dinner together, and I dropped her off at her place later. She didn"t call anyone while we were together. Why?"
"I decided not to go to Lance"s house, since it really isn"t any of my business, and I didn"t want Lance to think I had been there."
"I"m seeing Monica later today; I could mention that to her, if you like."
"I"d appreciate that. I put the keys through her mail slot not long after she gave them to me."
"All right, then, I"ll see you later, I hope."
"Of course," Stone replied, and hung up feeling guilty.
Seated at the corner table, with Arrington beside him, in the warm glow of the Connaught restaurant, Stone no longer felt guilty. The difficult past he and Arrington shared had receded; all he could think about was here and now.
"It"s so good to see you," Arrington said.
"And you."
"When I saw you in Palm Beach, you said you"d call me the next day. Why didn"t you?"
He had called her in the morning and a man had answered, so he had hung up. "You"ll recall the circ.u.mstances of the evening," Stone said. "I had to make a stop at the local hospital, and they got me out of there early the next morning on Thad Shames"s jet." It had been from the jet that he had called her. "By the time I got to New York and the drugs had worn off, you had left Palm Beach." He was guessing that she had left.
"Yes, I left the next day," she said. "Oh, by the way, here"s that list you asked for." She pulled a sheet of paper from her purse.
Stone looked at the list: the Swedish amba.s.sador and his wife; the Belgian charge d"affaires and wife; the Israeli cultural attache and wife; the German military attache and wife; the Australian head of chancery and wife. "There"s no seating plan," he said.
"Sorry, I couldn"t get that; some secretary had apparently shredded it, or something."
It was a start, Stone thought; he"d have to go over this with Hedger.
"Why did you want the list?"
"There was a man at the table I recognized, but I couldn"t place him."
"You know a lot of diplomats, do you?"
"No, he just looked very familiar. It"ll come to me."
"You"re not losing brain cells, are you?"
He laughed. "Yes, but no more than usual."
They had a drink and ordered dinner. Stone didn"t really care what he ate; he was happy just to be with her, with no strain, no conflict. Every time they had met during the past couple of years there had always been some problem that made the situation difficult.
"It"s so nice to be back in London," Arrington said. "And I"ve always loved this room. Vance and I stayed here when we were in town, and we always had dinner here at least once."
That didn"t improve the atmosphere much for Stone, but he let it pa.s.s.
"You"re looking very beautiful tonight," he said, trying to get things back on track.
"You look pretty good yourself," she said.
Mr. Chevalier suddenly appeared at the table and handed Stone a small envelope. "A message for you, Mr. Barrington," he said.
"Thank you," Stone replied. "Sorry about this," he said to Arrington. He opened the envelope. On a sheet of the hotel"s stationery was written, I am in the hotel lounge; I must see you at once. It was signed by Detective Inspector Evelyn Throckmorton.
"Oh, s.h.i.t," Stone muttered.
"What is it?"
"There"s someone here I have to see for a moment. Please excuse me."
"Not a woman, I hope," Arrington said.
"Fear not." He left the table and started toward the lounge. As he reached the central hallway, Monica appeared through the front doors.
"h.e.l.lo, there," she said, taking him by the shoulders and giving him a kiss on the lips.
Stone could see Throckmorton waiting impatiently in the lounge across the hallway. "h.e.l.lo; I dropped Lance"s keys through your mail slot; did you get them?"
"Yes. Did you check out his house?"
"No, I decided it was none of my business, so I dropped off the keys. Why are you at the Connaught?"
"I"m having dinner with some friends in the grill; I"d better run." She repeated the warm kiss, then disappeared down the hall into the grill.
Stone walked into the lounge, wiping lipstick from his lips. Throckmorton and two men who were obviously detectives were waiting for him, seated in large chairs, still wearing their raincoats. The detective inspector looked grim. A raincoat was draped across his lap. "Sit down," he said. "I"m going to ask you some questions, and I want truthful answers," he said.
Stone sat down.
"Early this morning," Throckmorton began, "a police constable in Hyde Park found a stolen car abandoned there."
Stone tried to remain calm.
"In the boot were the bodies of two men who had been murdered, shot in the head with a handgun, obviously a professional job of work."
"I believe I saw something about that in the papers," Stone replied.
"They were of Mediterranean extraction, carrying Greek pa.s.sports. Do you know anyone of that description?"
"No," Stone lied.
"Think carefully, Mr. Barrington; you don"t want to make any mistakes."
"I do not think I am acquainted with them."
Throckmorton took the raincoat from his lap and held it out to Stone. "Then why was one of them wearing your raincoat?" He opened the coat and turned out an inside pocket. A label bore the name of Doug Hayward"s shop and neatly printed inside, Stone"s own name.
Stone was stunned; he struggled to remain calm. "I don"t understand," Stone said. "My raincoat is upstairs."