said.
âNo, Iâm not, am I?â Paniatowski agreed.
âI havenât seen you since you were a mere sergeant, DCI Paniatowski,â Forsyth said amiably. âIf you remember, we met when you were working with Clogginâ-it Charlie Woodend, on that rather nasty little business down at the old Haverton Army Camp.â
Paniatowski said nothing.
âYou do remember, donât you?â Forsyth asked.
âI remember,â Paniatowski said. âAnd I also remember that other rather nasty little business , when you personally blocked the criminal prosecution of half a dozen snivelling ex-public schoolboys who worked for the War Department, and who should definitely have been banged up for a long, long time.â
âAh yes,â Forsyth agreed. âBut I was only involved on the periphery of that little affair, and I must admit, Iâd quite forgotten it.â
âYouâre a liar!â Paniatowski said.
Forsyth smiled. âDonât you think youâre being a little harsh, Chief Inspector?â he asked mildly.
âA man like you doesnât forget,â Paniatowski told him. âYou hoard every dirty trick youâve ever pulled in some festering corner of your mind, and when youâve got a little time free you re-live each and every one of them, and tell yourself what a splendid patriot you are.â
For a moment it looked as if Forsyth would lose his equanimity, then his face settled back into its bland mask
âAs much as I might enjoy these gentle sparring sessions of ours, we both know that theyâre of no real consequence,â he said, his voice hardening almost imperceptibly. âWe both know, in fact, that Iâm here for a purpose, that eventually I will tell you what I want you to do to fulfil your part in that purpose, and that you will do it â because you have no choice in the matter.â
He was right, Paniatowski thought. Even Charlie Woodend had had to bend to the might of the Secret Service.
âTell me what you want,â she said.
âI want you to investigate the murder of Andrew Adair as you would investigate any other murder. But I want to be kept abreast of all your findings.â
âWhy?â Paniatowski asked.
âThatâs really none of your concern,â Forsyth said dismissively.
âIt might help my investigation to know why youâre interested in him,â Paniatowski pointed out.
âPossibly it would,â Forsyth conceded.
âBut youâre still not going to tell me?â
âNo.â
âI assume he was working for you.â
âIf it makes you happy to assume that, my dear chief inspector, then by all means feel free to do so.â
âBut youâre still not going to tell me in what capacity Adair was working for you?â
âSince Iâve refused to even confirm that he was working for me, that seems highly unlikely.â
âSo let me see if Iâve got this straight,â Paniatowski said. âYou want me to catch the killer for you, but you donât want to tell me anything that might assist me in catching him?â
She looked down at her hand, and was surprised to discover that, without even realizing it â and certainly without appreciating it â she had drunk the vodka that Forsyth had poured for her.
Seeing the look of self-disgust on her face, the spy smiled briefly at his small triumph.
âAs I think Iâve already explained, in terms simple enough for anyone to understand,â he said, âwhat I want you to do is treat this particular case as you would treat any other, except that you will be keeping me appraised of the details.â
The air in her office was thick with cigarette smoke when Paniatowski entered it, a clear indication that her team were as worried as she had been by the unexpected summons â though they, as yet, had no idea what they should be worried about .
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