Hoyle bade me sit by his desk.
‘I’m surprised to see you here,’ he said. ‘I can’t imagine what Ninetyminutes might be doing in Monaco. Perhaps you’ve come to put your cash reserves on the red at the roulette wheel?’
‘Not quite,’ I said.
‘It’s been done many times before,’ said Hoyle. ‘Sometimes it seems like the only solution. But the logic is faulty. It’s true that double or quits has a close to fifty-fifty chance of succeeding. But psychology dictates that desperate people play on till they lose.’
‘Well, that’s not why I’m here. I’m planning to see Owen.’
‘Really?’ Hoyle raised his eyebrows.
‘I understand he’s staying at Les Sarrasins at the moment?’
Hoyle didn’t confirm this. ‘And you thought you’d drop in on me on the way?’
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’
‘Ninetyminutes has had another couple of strokes of good fortune. Like Tony Jourdan’s death.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Our major competitor was hit by a computer virus. And when our financial backer refused to give us more money, his family was threatened to make him change his mind.’
‘I see,’ said Hoyle. ‘And this is why you’re going to see Owen? You think he’s responsible?’
‘Yes. I don’t have proof, but I’m pretty sure he is. But what I still don’t know is who killed Tony.’
‘Neither do the police.’
‘So I understand. They haven’t even held the inquest yet. I’ve checked on Owen and Guy. They both have cast-iron alibis. But I can’t help thinking that Owen killed his father somehow.’
I waited for some reaction from Hoyle. I didn’t get one.
‘What do you think?’
‘I think that you are talking about the son of my client.’
‘Who may have been your client’s murderer.’
Hoyle shrugged his large shoulders. I had hoped for more assistance after our previous chat waiting for a taxi in Chancery Lane. But at least he hadn’t thrown me out. I had the impression that he was curious about what I had discovered.
‘I didn’t expect you’d be able to help me with Tony’s death,’ I said. ‘But I wanted to ask you about the gardener.’
‘I’ve told you, I had nothing to do with that,’ said Hoyle.
‘I know.’ I paused. Outside, a helicopter skimmed low over a cruise ship, which was manoeuvring in the cramped harbour. ‘Did you know that Owen killed Dominique?’
Hoyle’s eyebrows shot up and his fleshy mouth dropped open. ‘Owen did?’ Then he pursed his lips, pondering for a moment. ‘I thought it might have been Guy.’ At last he was venturing an opinion of his own.
‘No, it was Owen.’ I told Hoyle what Guy had told me about that night. Hoyle listened closely. ‘And I think that it might have been Owen who killed the gardener, Abdulatif. He was in France around about the time the body was found, seeing Tony. Do you remember talking to him about Abdulatif?’
The fat lawyer hesitated.
‘Oh, come on, Mr Hoyle. We’re on the same side here. We both want to know who killed Tony Jourdan. I think what happened to Dominique and the gardener might have some bearing on it.’
Hoyle thought it over. In the end he spoke. ‘Yes, I do remember talking to Owen. He came to see me in this office. He brought a contribution towards the money to pay off Abdulatif.’
‘Did you give him Abdulatif’s address?’
‘I didn’t have it.’
‘Did you tell him anything about Abdulatif?’
‘I don’t think so. But I was planning to make a payment to Abdulatif whilst Owen was in France. He knew that: that was why he’d given me the cash.’
‘Where was the drop?’
‘Outside a bar in a seedy part of Marseilles.’
‘Did Owen know which bar?’
‘No. But I think he probably knew when I was going. He could have followed me.’
‘Did you hand over the cash to Abdulatif directly?’
‘Yes.’
‘Is it possible Owen could have followed you and then followed him? Followed him and killed him?’
‘I suppose it is. I didn’t see him. But I wasn’t looking. It is possible. Abdulatif’s body was found only a couple of days later. He had been stabbed.’
‘And you didn’t suspect Owen?’
‘I did suspect something. But not Owen. I still thought of him as a kid, even though he must have been, what, twenty at the time. But I thought he was too young. Too much of a computer freak. It was Guy I was suspicious of.’
‘What about the French police?’
‘They did go to see Tony, but I think it was just as a courtesy to inform him of what had happened to the man believed to have killed his wife. The death didn’t even merit a mention in the newspaper: I checked Le Provençal.’
‘And what about Tony?’
‘He wasn’t suspicious, either.’ Hoyle paused and glanced at me. ‘At the time.’
‘What do you mean, at the time?’
Hoyle didn’t answer for a long time. He was staring at me through his pink-tinted glasses, his huge head nestling in his many chins, weighing things up. It was uncomfortable, but I kept quiet, letting him think.
Eventually, he spoke. ‘I think I told you that Guy was anxious that we didn’t tell Tony about the pay-off to Abdulatif?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, I went along with that. It wasn’t something I was happy with, and I became increasingly convinced that it was unnecessary, since Tony was innocent. But having kept it from him to start with, it became harder to mention it.
‘Although Guy was in a way my co-conspirator, this whole business had made me distrust him. I wasn’t enthusiastic when Tony decided to back him in Ninetyminutes — you know my views on the Internet. I wasn’t surprised when the two began to clash. Anyway, Tony was convinced that Guy was doing things all wrong. Tony has always been a great believer in cash flow, and it worried him that Ninetyminutes was never going to produce any. And I think there was some rivalry in it. He wanted to show Guy who was top businessman.’
‘I’m sure that’s true.’
‘After that rather dramatic board meeting where Guy resigned, Tony and I went out to dinner. He talked about Guy and how he was never going to make it as a businessman. He asked me what I thought of him. That was usually a subject we kept clear of. Tony would sometimes talk about how proud he was of Guy, or how frustrated he was by him, but he had never asked for my opinion before.’
‘What did you say?’
‘I said I mistrusted him, and Tony knew I had some reason for saying that. He pushed me. It was late, we’d both had a lot to drink, he was an old friend and I felt bad about keeping what I knew from him. So I told him about Guy’s idea to pay off Abdulatif.
‘He leapt at it. He was convinced right away that Guy was trying to divert attention from the real killer, Guy himself. It only took him a few more seconds to suspect Owen of killing Abdulatif. I wasn’t nearly so sure, but when Tony got hold of a notion, then it was lodged in his brain.’
‘How did he react to the idea that both his sons were murderers?’
‘It was odd,’ Hoyle said. ‘He wasn’t shocked. More agitated. He really didn’t like Dominique at the end, and he didn’t give a toss about Abdulatif. It was almost as though he had half-suspected Guy all along, and I had finally given him the proof he had been looking for.’
‘Did he say he was going to talk to Guy about it?’
‘No. But he was thinking hard when we left the restaurant. His brain was whirring. I’d seen him like that many times before. He was making plans. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he did talk to Guy. But I never saw him again after that evening, so I don’t know.’