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When a champion jockey disappears--right before a big race and the birth of his child--Investigator David Cleveland bets on foul play.
of living, one way or another, but it perversely refused to show. ‘This is David Cleveland,’ Sandvik said, and several pairs of eyes mirrored the same disappointment. ‘How do you do,’ I murmured gently to the Chairman, and held out my hand. ‘Er…’ He cleared his throat and recovered manfully. ‘So glad you have come.’ I made a few encouraging remarks about how pleasant I found it in Norway and wondered if any of them knew that Napoleon was promoted General at twenty-four. The Chairman, Lars
time today…’ He turned directly to me and smiled forgivingly. ‘I know we have asked the impossible. Sherman left no traces, no clues. But is there any course of action you think we might take which we have not so far done?’ He made it so easy. ‘Look for his body,’ I said. 5 It seemed that that was not what they expected. Per Bjørn Sandvik said explosively in his high distilled English, ‘We know he is a thief. Why should he be dead?’ and someone else murmured, ‘I still think he is in the
it was a fast straightforward journey, so I took the M.G.B. down there in fifty minutes flat. The Shermans’ house proved to be a modernised pair of farm cottages down an uninhabited lane, a nerve-testing isolation at the best of times. Lights were on in every window, and at the sound of my car William Romney’s anxious figure appeared in the doorway. ‘Thank goodness, thank goodness,’ he said agitatedly, coming down the short path to meet me. ‘I don’t know what we would have done… if you hadn’t
hurt her so much that she nearly dies of it… It’s disgraceful that the police haven’t found those despicable bastards…’ The word was a strong one for him: he looked almost surprised that he’d used it, and nothing could have more clearly stated the fierceness of his feelings. ‘I believe neither you nor Emma could identify the men from police photographs,’ I said, having checked via a friendly police contact that this was so. ‘They weren’t there. There weren’t any pictures of them. Can’t say
check with the airport and the frontier posts with Sweden.’ ‘I know the number.’ I told it to him. He looked surprised, but I said, ‘I’ve been in his car… and I’ve a memory for numbers. Don’t know why.’ He put out his alerts and sat tapping his pencil against his teeth. ‘And now we wait,’ he said. We waited precisely five seconds before the first call came through. He scooped up the receiver with a speed which betrayed his inner pressure, and listened intently. ‘Ja,’ he said eventually. ‘Ja…