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overcoat and they started for the exit. "Now where is Tracey van der
Byl?" The agent shrugged. "Since I wrote to you she has dropped out of
sight. I don't know where you can start looking."

"Great, just great!" said Johnny bitterly as they came out into the car
park. "I'll start with Benedict."

"Does the Old Man know about Tracey?" Johnny shook his head. "He's a
sick man. I didn't tell him."

"Here's your car." The agent stopped by the pearl-grey Jaguar.

"Any chance of a drink together?"

"Not this trip, sorry."Johnny slipped in behind the wheel.

"Next time." "I'll hold you to that," said the agent and walked away.

It was almost dark by the time Johnny crossed the Hammersmith flyover in
the moist smoky grey of the evening, and he lost himself twice in the
maze of Belgravia before he found the narrow mews behind

Belgrave Square and parked the Jaguar.

The exterior of the flat had been lavishly redecorated since his last
visit, and Johnny's mouth twisted. He might not be so hot at earning the
stuff - but our boy Benedict certainly was a dab hand at spending it.

There were lights burning and Johnny hit the door knocker half a dozen
lusty cracks. It echoed hollowly about the mews, and in the silence that
followed Johnny heard the whisper of voices from behind the curtains,
and a shadow passed quickly across the window.

Johnny waited three minutes in the cold, then he stepped back into the
middle of the mews.

"Benedict van der Byl," he bellowed. "I'll give you a count of

ten to get this door open. Then I'll kick the bloody thing down." He
drew breath, and bellowed again.

"This is Johnny Lance - and you know I mean it." The door opened almost
immediately. Johnny pushed his way through it, not glancing at the man
who held it, and started for the lounge.

"Dammit, Lance. You can't go in there." Benedict van der Byl started
after him.

"Why not?"Johnny glanced back at him. "It is a Company flat - and