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the boat.'

'Slits in the hoods, of course.' Van Effen wasn't disappointed, he'd expected nothing else.

'Round holes, more like.'

'Did they talk among themselves?'

'Not a word. Only the leader spoke.'

'How do you know he was the leader?'

'Leaders give orders, don't they?'

'I suppose. Would you recognize the voice again?'

Dekker hesitated. 'I don't know. Well, yes, I think I would.' 'Ah. Something unusual about his voice?'

'Yes. Well. He talked funny Dutch.'

'Funny?'

'It wasn't - what shall I say - Dutch Dutch.'

'Poor Dutch, is that it?

'No. The other way around. It was very good. Too good. Like the news-readers on TV and radio.'

'Too precise, yes? Book Dutch. A foreigner, perhaps?' 'That's what I would guess.'

'Would you have any idea where he might have come from?' 'There you have me, Lieutenant. I've never been out of the country. I hear often enough that many people in the city speak English or German or both. Not me. I speak neither. Foreign tourists don't come to a fishmonger's shop. I sell my fish in Dutch.'

'Thanks, anyway. Could be a help. Anything else about this leader - if that's what he was?'

'He was tall, very tall.' He tried his first half-smile of the afternoon. 'You don't have to be tall to be taller than I am but I didn't even reach up to his shoulders. Ten, maybe twelve centimetres taller than you are. And thin, very very thin: he was wearing a long rain-coat, blue it was, that came way below his knees and it fell from his shoulders like a coat hanging from a coat-hanger.'

'The hoods had holes, you say, not slits. You could see this tall man's eyes?'

'Not even that. This fellow was wearing dark eye-glasses.' 'Sun-glasses? I did ask you to tell me if there was anything odd about those people. Didn't you think it odd that a person should be wearing a pair of sun-glasses at night?'

'Odd? Why should it be odd? Look, Lieutenant, a bachelor like me spends a lot of time watching movies and TV. The villains always wear dark glasses. That's how you can tell they're villains.'

'True, true.' van Effen turned to Dekker's brother-in-law. 'I understand, Mr Bakkeren, that you were lucky enough to escape the attentions of those gentlemen.'

'Wife's birthday. In town for a dinner and show. Anyway, they could have stolen my boat any time and I would have known nothing about it. If they were watching Maks here, they would have been watching me and they'd know that I only go near my boat on weekends.'

Van Effen turned to de Graaf. 'Would you like to see the boats, sir?' 'Do you think we'll find anything?'

'No. Well, might find out what they've been doing. I'll bet they haven't left one clue for hard-working policemen to find.' 'Might as well waste some more time.'

The brothers-in-law went in their own car, the two policemen in van Effen's, an ancient and battered Peugeot with a far from ancient engine. It bore no police distinguishing marks whatsoever and even the radio telephone was concealed. De Graaf lowered himself gingerly into the creaking and virtually springless seat.

'I refrain from groaning and complaining, Peter. I know there must be a couple of hundred similar wrecks rattling about the streets of Amsterdam and I appreciate your passion for anonymity, but would it kill you to replace or re-upholster the passenger seat?'

'I thought it lent a nice touch of authenticity. But it shall be done. Pick up anything back in the house there?'

'Nothing that you didn't. Interesting that the tall thin man should be accompanied by a couple of mutes. It has occurred to you that if the leader, as Dekker calls him, is a foreigner then his henchmen are also probably foreigners and may very well be unable to speak a word of Dutch?' 'It had occurred and it is possible. Dekker said that the leader gave orders which would give one to understand that they spoke, or at least understood, Dutch. Doesn't necessarily follow, of course. The orders may have been meaningless and given only to convince the listener that the