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years.’
    ‘And now?’
    ‘I run a company.’
    ‘Called?’
    ‘Hoffmann Investment Technologies.’
    ‘And what does it make?’
    ‘What does it make? It makes money. It’s a hedge fund.’
    ‘Very good. “It makes money.” How long have you been here?’
    ‘Like I said – fourteen years.’
    ‘No, I meant here – here, in this house?’
    ‘Oh …’ He looked at Gabrielle, defeated.
    She said, ‘Only a month.’
    ‘One month? Did you change the entry codes when you took over?’
    ‘Of course.’
    ‘And who apart from the two of you knows the combination for the burglar alarm and so forth?’
    Gabrielle said, ‘Our housekeeper. The maid. The gardener.’
    ‘And none of them lives in?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Does anyone at your office know the codes, Dr Hoffmann?’
    ‘My assistant.’ Hoffmann frowned. How sluggishly his brain moved: like a computer with a virus. ‘Oh, and our security consultant – he checked everything before we bought the place.’
    ‘Can you remember his name?’
    ‘Genoud.’ He pondered for a moment. ‘Maurice Genoud.’
    Leclerc looked up. ‘There was a Maurice Genoud on the Geneva police force. I seem to remember he went into the private security business. Well, well.’ A thoughtful expression crossed Leclerc’s hangdog face. He resumed his note-taking. ‘Obviously all the combinations will need to be changed immediately. I suggest that you don’t reveal the new codes to any of your employees until I’ve had a chance to interview them.’
    A buzzer sounded in the hall. It made Hoffmann jump.
    ‘That’s probably the ambulance,’ said Gabrielle. ‘I’ll open the gate.’
    While she was out of the room, Hoffmann said, ‘I suppose this is going to get into the press?’
    ‘Is that a problem?’
    ‘I try to keep my name out of the papers.’
    ‘We’ll endeavour to be discreet. Do you have any enemies, Dr Hoffmann?’
    ‘No, not that I know of. Certainly no one who’d do anything like this.’
    ‘Some rich investor – Russian, perhaps – who’s lost money?’
    ‘We don’t lose money.’ Still, Hoffmann tried to think if there was anyone on his client list who might possibly be involved. But no: it was inconceivable. ‘Is it safe for us to stay here, do you think, with this maniac on the loose?’
    ‘We’ll have our people here most of the day, and tonight we can keep an eye on the place – perhaps put a car in the road. But I have to say that generally we find that men in your position prefer to take precautions of their own.’
    ‘You mean hire bodyguards?’ Hoffmann grimaced. ‘I don’t want to live like that.’
    ‘Unfortunately, a house like this is always going to attract unwanted attention. And bankers are not especially popular these days, even in Switzerland.’ Leclerc looked around the room. ‘May I ask how much you paid for it?’
    Normally Hoffmann would have told him to go to hell, but he didn’t have the strength. ‘Sixty million dollars.’
    ‘Oh my!’ Leclerc pursed his lips in pain. ‘You know, I can’t afford to live in Geneva any more. My wife and I have moved to a house just over the border in France, where things are cheaper. Of course it means I have to drive in every day, but there it is.’
    From outside came the noise of a diesel engine. Gabrielle put her head around the door. ‘The ambulance is here. I’ll go and find you some clothes we can take with us.’
    Hoffmann tried to rise. Leclerc came over to help him, but Hoffmann waved him away. The Swiss, he thought sourly: they pretend to welcome foreigners but really they resent us. Why should I care if he lives in France? He had to rock himself forward a couple of times before he had gained sufficient momentum to escape the sofa, but on his third attempt he managed it and stood swaying on the Aubusson carpet. The clamour in his head was making him feel nauseous again.
    Leclerc said, ‘I do hope this unpleasant incident hasn’t put you off our beautiful