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I was in the office early next morning and first I had an extended chat with Nellie. I had just moved to the typewriter when Larry came in with a pile of newspapers which he dumped on his desk. ‘Thought you were out on a job.’

‘I am,’ I said. ‘I’m not here. I’m a figment of your imagination.’

I finished my list and took it in to Ogilvie, and wasted no time in getting down to the bones of it. I said, ‘I don’t mind fighting with one hand tied behind my back but I object to having both hands tied. I’ll need a list of Ashton’s present overt activities and affiliations.’

Ogilvie smiled and pushed a file across the desk. ‘I anticipated you.’

In return he got my sheet of paper. ‘That’s more of what I need.’

He scanned it. ‘Six men, six cars, telephone ta …’ He broke off. ‘Who do you think we are – the CIA?’

I looked studiously at the back of my hands. ‘Have you ever been in the field, sir?’

‘Of course I’ve …’ I looked up and found him smiling sheepishly. The smile disappeared as he said irritably, ‘I know; you people think we desk-bound types have lost touch. You could be right.’ He tapped the paper. ‘Justify this.’

‘I have to do a twenty-four hour secret surveillance of three – perhaps four – people. It’ll be …’

He caught me up on that. ‘Which three or four?’

‘First Ashton and Penny Ashton. Then Gillian Ashton. Just because she’s been attacked once doesn’t give her a lifelong exemption. I might be able to arrange with Honnister to have one of his chaps at the hospital if I ask him nicely enough. That’ll take some of the load off us.’

‘And the fourth?’

‘Benson. I pushed the lot of them through the computer until I lost them in Code Purple.’

‘Benson, too?’ Ogilvie thought about it. ‘You know, the computer might be going by the address only. Anyone living there might be classed with Ashton.’

‘I thought of that and it won’t wash. Mary Cope, the maid, lives in and I put her through as a control. Nellie has never heard of her. If Ashton is so damned important then he’s six-man-important.’

‘I agree – but you can’t keep an eye on four people with six men. I’ll let you have eight.’ He smiled slightly. ‘I must be going soft-headed. If Harrison was handling this he’d cut you down to four.’

I was taken aback but rallied enough to discuss who we were going to use on the operation. I said, ‘I’d like to take Laurence Godwin.’

‘You think he’s ready?’

‘Yes. If we don’t use him soon he’ll go sour on us. I’ve been keeping an eye on him lately; he’s been right more times than he’s been wrong, which is not bad going in this trade.’

‘Very well.’ Ogilvie returned to my list. ‘I agree that Ashton’s telephones should be tapped. If he’s being threatened we want to know about it. I’ll have to get authorization from upstairs, though; but I’ll be as quick as I can. As for the postal surveillance, that’s trickier but I’ll see what I can do.’ He put his finger down. ‘This last item worries me. You’ll have to have a damned good reason for wanting a pistol.’

‘Benson’s carrying a gun in his oxter, and Ashton is carrying another. If they are expecting that sort of action I think we should be prepared.’

‘You’re sure of this?’

‘Dead certain. I’d like to know if they have gun permits.’

Ogilvie considered it. ‘Under the circumstances Ashton might. I don’t know about Benson. I’ll check.’ I’d have given a lot to know what those circumstances were but I didn’t ask because I knew he wouldn’t tell me.

We settled a few more minor details, then Ogilvie said, ‘Right, that’s it. Round up your boys and brief them. I want a recording made of the briefing, the tape to be given to me personally before you leave. Get on with it, Malcolm.’ As I was leaving he added, ‘I’ll authorize two pistols.’

I went back, and gave Larry a list of names. ‘Get on the blower. I want those men in my office ten minutes ago.’ I paused. ‘And put yourself on the bottom of the list.’

His expression was a study in pure delight. ‘You mean …’

I grinned. ‘I mean. Now get busy.’ I sat at my desk and opened the file on Ashton. It was very thin. The names and addresses of his firms were given, but his other associations were few, mostly professional men – lawyers, accountants and the like. He was a member of no club, whether social, sporting or intellectual. A millionaire hermit.

The team assembled and I switched on the tape-recorder. The brieling didn’t take long. I outlined the problem and then told how we were going to handle it, then allocated jobs and shifts. One pistol would be carried by the man over-seeing Ashton, whoever he happened to be at the time; the other I reserved for myself.

I said, ‘Now we have radios so we use them. Stay on net and report often so everyone is clued up all the time. Those off-shift to be findable and near a telephone. You might be needed in a hurry.’

Simpson asked, ‘Do off-shift men go home?’ He’d just got back from his honeymoon.

‘No. Everyone books into hotels in or near Marlow.’ There was an audible groan. ‘As soon as you’ve done it report which hotel together with its phone number so we can find you. I’m at the Compleat Angler.’

Brent said, ‘Living it up on the expense account.’

I grinned, then said soberly, ‘I don’t think we’ll have much time for that on this exercise. I might add that this is an important one. You can judge its importance by the fact that Ogilvie raised the team from six to eight on his own initiative and without me having to needle him. In the light of our staff position that says a lot. So don’t lose any of these people – and keep your own heads down. Right; that’s all.’ I switched off the recorder and rewound the tape.

Larry said, ‘You haven’t given me a job.’

‘You stick with me. I’ll be back in a minute – I’m going to see Ogilvie.’

As I walked into his outer office his secretary said, ‘I was about to ring you, Mr Jaggard. Mr Ogilvie wants to see you.’

‘Thanks.’ I went on in, and said, ‘Here’s the tape of the briefing.’

He was frowning and said directly, ‘Did you cancel a request given to Inspector Honnister for copies of his reports on the Ashton case?’

I put the cassette on his desk. ‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I thought it was a lot of bull,’ I said bluntly. ‘It was getting in the way of good relations. What Harrison did was bad enough.’

‘Harrison! What did Joe do?’

I related Harrison’s flat-footed approach and Honnister’s reaction to it, and then his views on providing extra copies of his reports. I added, ‘If we’re going to ask Honnister to provide a guard at the hospital we need to keep in his good books.’

‘Very good thinking,’ said Ogilvie heavily. ‘But for one thing. This department did not request those copies. It came from elsewhere, and someone has just been chewing my ear off by telephone.’

‘Oh,’ I said, rather inadequately, and then, ‘Who?’

‘Need you ask?’ said Ogilvie acidly. ‘The gentleman you met yesterday is sticking his oar in – which, I might add, he is perfectly entitled to do.’ He rubbed his jaw and amended the statement. ‘As long as he restricts himself to requests for information and does not initiate any action.’

He pondered for a moment, then said, ‘All right, Malcolm, you can go. But don’t take any precipitate action without referring back to me.’

‘Yes. I’m sorry, sir.’

He waved me away.