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tell him you thought the whole idea was wrong, mad - that you'd have nothing to do with it!'
    'He's a skilled politician,' Tweed told her. 'I can handle any of them. When he reports back to his two brothers they won't be at all sure what I'm going to do.'
    'So what are you going to do?'
    'Everything in my power, however unscrupulous, to smash them - to destroy the whole plan.' His voice was a muted growl, his eyes were fierce. 'Strange that he came to see me a few hours after someone tried to frame me for committing a horrific murder. And they're already in uniform. So he lied.'
    'So he probably lied about a lot of other things.'
    'Undoubtedly. Bring down Monica, Pete and Harry. When I tell you, play back the recording of the whole con versation. I don't think it occurred to him it was all going down on tape.' He looked up at the cornice in the ceiling above Paula's desk. Harry had done a marvellous job of con cealing the listening device. 'And you took photos of him?'
    'Several. He didn't see me doing it.' She produced a tiny camera with a long lens which retracted out of sight when she pressed a button.
    She had just finished speaking when the door opened and Monica walked in, followed by Nield and Butler. Monica spoke to Tweed quickly.
    'While we were upstairs I had a call for you from Professor Saafeld. He has data he wants to show you urgently. At his place in Holland Park . . .'
    'Call him back when I've left. Tell him I'm on my way now. While I'm away get the recorder moving.' He looked at all three of the new arrivals. 'You'll hear my conversation with Macomber - Nelson Macomber. Keep what you hear under your hats.'
    'Never wear a hat,' Harry told him with a straight face.
    Tweed glared, went on speaking.
    'Nield, when you've heard it I want you to get moving. Check with your informants. I need to know if the other two brothers, Noel and Benton, are married. If so, who to. We know Nelson is married to Loelia, daughter of the Earl of Something. Do any of them have girlfriends? If so who are they and where do they live?'
    'Is that all?' Nield asked with a grin.
    'I'm off to Professor Saafeld's place. Could be there for a couple of hours. Have the info for me when I get back.'
    'Should give me plenty of time.' Nield grinned again. 'Don't be surprised if I'm still out when you get back.'
    Tweed, still speaking rapidly, turned to Monica. 'If a Chief Inspector Hammer arrives or phones tell him I've gone abroad. You don't know where or when I'll be back. Now I must get moving.'
    'I'm coming with you,' Paula said firmly.
    She had already slipped on a windcheater over her slacks and jumper. Tweed stood uncertainly.
    'Thought you were in a hurry,' Paula said, grabbing his arm.
    Harry followed them downstairs, talking as they hurried. 'I got here early. Spotted our friends had fixed up cameras to the lampposts on the other side of the road. The cameras are difficult to see. They were aimed to cover the entrance here.'
    'Were?' queried Paula.
    'I covered them with black goo - same colour as their spy cameras. They'll need new lenses.'
    'Don't waste much time, do they?' commented Tweed.
    'Neither does Harry,' Paula replied.

    The drizzle had stopped. Above was a clear blue sky and it was bitterly cold. Tweed had slipped on his overcoat as he skipped nimbly down the stairs.
    They were driving through heavy traffic, approaching Holland Park, when Paula looked back again through the rear window. She swore softly.
    'We're still being followed. Big black car picked us up as we left Park Crescent. Look to be two men in the front. Black coats, I think, and black peaked caps.'
    'The uniform Nelson said they hadn't got round to. I'll lose them.'
    Tweed slowed down as they approached traffic lights on green. He waited for amber, pressed his foot down, passed the lights as they turned red. A police car was parked by the kerb. Tweed recognized the driver, used one hand to hold up his SIS folder. The police driver saluted him.
    'That was Ned,'