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missing.’
    ‘Yes, of course,’ she said. She studied his face. ‘You don’t think it was a burglar, do you? You don’t think he was killed for what was in his pockets?’
    ‘I’m not at the stage of thinking anything yet. I have to consider all possibilities.’
    She was thinking. ‘If it wasn’t burglary, I know the next question: did he have any enemies?’
    ‘Something like that,’ Slider said with a small smile, admiring her spirit. She reminded him a little of Joanna, in the way her mind worked doggedly through the logic. (Joanna! He must phone her before she left Eastbourne.)
    Emily Stonax blew her nose, reached into the massive handbag by her feet to exchange the soggy tissue for a fresh one, and said, shaking her head, ‘He was a well-known figure. Thousands of people knew him from television, millions probably recognised him, and there are so many nutcases about these days who will attack anyone famous. Look at Jill Dando. But if that’s what it was, it’s no use looking for reasons, is it? As to specific enemies, it’s hard to think anyone could hate him enough to kill him. He was such a good man. He was honest, and he was an idealist. He believed in goodness.’
    Atherton spoke. ‘He was a career journalist, and then he worked for the government, but we haven’t heard anything of him since that trouble last year. Do you know what he’s been doing since he left the DTI?’
    A spot of colour appeared in her cheeks. ‘He didn’t leave. It was character assassination. He hasn’t had another job since. How could he, after that? No-one would touch him. As far as I know he’s been living on his capital.’
    Atherton said, ‘But a man like him wouldn’t do nothing .’
    ‘No, I’m sure he kept up his interests – his charity work and so on – but he was terribly shocked and low for a while after the photograph thing. Although just lately I’ve suspected there was something he was working on.’
    ‘Only suspected?’ Slider said.
    ‘Well, he usually talked to me about his work, but if it was something investigative and serious he would keep it to himself until it was all worked out. Not that he didn’t trust me, he just wouldn’t tell anyone. That way no-one could be put in a difficult position. And just lately when I’ve phoned it’s been quite hard to talk to him, as if his mind was elsewhere. He gets like that when he’s writing sometimes. You talk to him but nothing much comes back. It’s like blowing out of a window.’
    She obviously thought of something, and Slider said encouragingly, ‘Yes?’
    ‘Well, I had been meaning to come over for a visit next month, but when I rang Dad to thank him for my birthday present, he asked me if I could make it sooner. As it happened I didn’t have anything urgent on, so I said I’d see if I could get a last-minute ticket, and I did.’
    ‘Did he say why he wanted you to come?’
    ‘I asked, of course, and he said he had something he wanted to talk to me about, but he wouldn’t tell me what. I said couldn’t it wait until next month, and he said it was rather urgent, but that it was nothing to worry about, and not to be anxious.’
    ‘So what did you think it might be about?’ Atherton asked, intrigued.
    ‘Well, my first thought was that he’d got some bad news about his health. Then I thought – well, I thought maybe he and Candida were getting married or something. Although there was no reason not to tell me that on the phone. So I assumed it must be something work-related, that maybe he had a really hot story lead for me.’
    ‘Couldn’t he have told you about that on the phone?’ said Atherton.
    ‘Phones aren’t secure, you know. Suppose it was something to do with the government? The US government, I mean. You never know who might be listening. And there’d be documentary evidence to show me. Papers, photos. But that was just a guess. He was being tight-lipped, and when he’s like that you can’t shift him.’
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