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Harvey dragged Merlin's body into the back of the Rolls. Maganhard kept his eyes front and walked carefully in after it. I picked up the Webley, rubbed it clear of fingerprints, and threw it into a field.

And now perhaps we could go up and have a quiet company meeting.

THIRTY-THREE

'So you were all really working for the same person,' Miss. Jarman said. 'Harvey and you, and those – Bernard and Alain and the others. All working for Henri Merlin.' I nodded. 'Just like the Christians and the lions down in the arena. All really working for old Emperor Nero.'

'I don't imagine,' she said sharply, 'that the Christians thought of it that way.'

'I don't suppose the lions did, either.'

We were sitting drinking whisky around a big log fire in Flez's living-room. It was a long, wide wood-panelled place that would have looked expensive if it hadn't looked like a Swiss souvenir shop. Every time Fiez had made another million, he'd celebrated by buying another dozen cuckoo clocks and carved brackets full of china and painted-wood figures.

Fiez himself was a fussy little man who'd nearly gone catatonic when we'd marched in bristling with pistols and started bleeding on his rugs. Miss Jarman had done the real work of fetching hot water and antiseptic and starting temporary repairs on me, while Maganhard had taken Fiez into a corner to explain the True Life Story. But I don't think it had registered, even in Schwytzer-Deutsch. Fiez just couldn't believe there was that much wickedness. in this big, beautiful, coloured postcard of a world.

Maganhard came out of his corner and planted himself in front of the fire. 'Do you say, Mr Cane, that Monsieur Merlin planned this whole thing from the beginning?'

'No, he can't have done. He must have set up the phoney rape charge in the hope that you'd give him more power of attorney. After all, he'd know how you'd react: that you'd prefer to stay away than fight the charge. Then all he had to do was wait for a chance to turn his power into cash. When Heiliger flew into a mountain and you were stuck out in the Atlantic, that was his chance. The rest of it all came from that.

'What I don't understand,' I added, 'is why you lodged a bearer certificate worth ten million quid with him.'

His voice got a touch of the old stiffness. 'Since I was liable to arrest it would have been foolish to carry a document like that on me. And of course I made arrangements that if anybody appeared at a Caspar meeting with my certificate, certain precautions had to be taken to ensure that he truly owned it.'

I nodded. 'But as he was pretending it was Heiliger's certificate, none of the precautions applied. I get it.'

Miss Jarman asked: 'But if Merlin was going to kill us, anyway, why did he send you and Harvey? Or why didn't he send those two – Bernard and Alain – and let them pretend to guard us, then kill us?'

'The risk – to his Merlin personality. Remember, everybody knew Merlin was Maganhard's lawyer and that he'd be arranging this trip. So when you ended up dead, Merlin would get some blame anyway. If it then came out that he hadn't arranged an escort, or had sent one that somehow stayed alive while you got killed, it would have looked suspicious. Since he was guilty, he couldn't riskany suspicion.

'That's why he rammed Harvey down your throat: made you take him along even when Maganhard didn't think there'd be any shooting. That way, when it was all over, it'd look as if Merlin had done his best – and all the blame was on Calieron. He didn't mind that: Galleron hadn't got a traceable past and was going to vanish, anyway, once Caspar was cashed in. Probably he hired Alain and Bernard in the name of Galleron, so they never knew who they were working for and couldn't give him away.' I looked up at the girl. 'I told you the lions might not know they were working for Nero, either.'

She raised her eyebrows. 'And that makes us the Christians, does it? I hadn't known Christians ate lions.'

I gave her an insincere smile and said quickly: 'So all in all, Merlin could go back to being Merlin with just an extra ten million in an anonymous account in Switzerland. No need to run off and be Joe Smith in Brazil.' Then I thought of something and turned to Maganhard. 'Aren't you supposed to be having a company meeting, after all this?'

'Yes. But Herr Fiez has been good enough to remind me that we do not have proof that Max's certificate was destroyed. It is still possible that his heir may appear with it before midnight. Therefore we must wait until then.' He gave Fiez a heavy sideways look that showed what he thought of the possibility.

Then he remembered: 'Herr Fiez could have identified Monsieur Merlin as this Galleron.'

'He could, but it wasn't so much of a risk. By Caspar's rules, I believe Fiez can't get away from Liechtenstein much, so he wouldn't be likely to meet Merlin again. And when the deal was complete, in a month or two, I imagine Fiez would have got quietly pushed off a mountain.'

Fiez went as white as new snow and dropped his glass. Maganhard smiled a stiff satisfied smile.

Miss Jarman said: 'Who killed that man in the Citroen at Quimper, then?'

I shrugged my good shoulder. 'Merlin, I'd say. Harvey's got Henri's gun, but it looked the right calibre.'

Harvey seemed surprised for a moment, then dipped into his pocket and brought out the little automatic and peered down the muzzle. 'Six-point-three-five,' he said. That's right.'

'But Merlin wasn't at Quimper that night,' the girl objected. 'You rang him up in Paris at four o'clock or something.'

'Heshouldn't have been there,' I said. 'Probably the driver spotted him and that's what got him killed. And I didn't get through to him in Paris. I rang there, and he had to ring back a few minutes later. There was time to ring from Paris to Quimper to tell him to get on to me. After that, we didn't talk to him until past noon. He could have got back to Paris by then.'

She nodded thoughtfully, then said: 'So the telephoning that was getting us into trouble-'

'Yes. I was doing it all myself.'

She just looked at me.

Harvey got up and helped himself to another whisky without being asked. The girl watched him, expressionless.

Maganhard said: 'And what will happen now?'

I lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. 'The French police'!! be jumping; the Swiss police'll be jumping. And you'll have the Liechtenstein cops up here first thing tomorrow. But as long as you swear you were here since before they closed the frontier… they won't convict a live millionaire on the evidence of a few dead gunmen. They won't even try.'

The girl said softly: 'Poor old lions.'

Maganhard said: 'But what about the… the charge against me in France?'

'It'll fall down. The woman in the case is going to get a letter from Merlin, back-dated a few months, saying he'd arranged for it to be sent if he died. And it'll tell her to drop the case.'

He frowned. 'Do you believe he has arranged such a letter?'

'Of course not. But I'll get Ginette to write it – I told you she was a good forger, remember? Just send me the woman's name and one of Henri's signatures.'

He stared at me while he chewed this over. Then his face moved slowly, piece by piece, into his version of a smile. 'Considering everything, Mr Cane, you appear to have done an efficient job.' The voice got official. 'I would consider having you work for me on a permanent basis. I might pay-'

'No.'

The smile vanished. 'I have not said what I might pay! '

I shook my head wearily. 'That's nothing to do with it, Mr Maganhard. Don't you see what Merlin proved? I'd been going around playing Caneton: the big professional, the man who couldn't step aside when a job like this came up. Now – now we know Merlin picked both sides: Harvey and me against Alain and Bernard and the others. So he choseus as the two most likely to fail."

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