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A few minutes later the door opened slowly and Leo's head peered round it sneakily. Behind him Crystal's head also appeared. `Anyone else in here?' he whispered. 'Good. We have an important secret to tell you.'

Not another one, Paula thought. The Mrs Carlyle one was bad enough, but it was important.

With Tweed and Paula the two of them gathered round the table, Crystal looked excited, brushed her hair back off her face, while Leo looked determined. `You heard our mother died in a car accident,' Leo began. 'I was eleven and Crystal was eight. Mother was driving home by herself using a route she knew well. Coming back from Midhurst she climbed a steep hill with Hook Corner at the top. It's high up, with a drop of a hundred feet on one side and a big warning notice. Hook Corner is a hairpin turn so she drove slowly, I'm sure, as she always did. Are you with me?' `Yes,' Tweed said, hands perched under his chin, waiting for Crystal to interrupt, which she didn't. `Coming round Hook Corner,' Leo continued, `there's a steep hill going down, so you brake. Mother's car went over the edge and ended up a hundred feet down, smashed to pulp. The police under Inspector Trafford-' `Tetford?' enquired Tweed. 'The man still in charge over at Leaminster.' `That's him. Tetford. Been here forever. Prior to Mother's so-called accident Tetford reported it as just yet another accident at a dangerous corner. It wasn't. The brake linings had been tampered with. When Mother pressed the brake it didn't work. It was murder.' `My mother was murdered,' Crystal said. `Tetford messed it up.' `How do you know the brake linings were tampered with?' Tweed demanded, leaning forward. `Leo is a mechanic,' Crystal spoke up. 'Worked for a garage once and was so good they offered him a job. He can take any car to pieces and put it back together perfectly. He could demonstrate on your Audi' `No thanks,' Tweed said firmly. 'When did you go down to examine the smashed-up car?' `The day after his men had made a superficial check.' `And did you report your findings to Telford?' `I did.' Leo's face flushed. 'He told me I was only twelve years old – he even got my age wrong – and warned me not to go spreading silly stories or I'd find myself in serious trouble.' `And have you told this to anyone else since?' `Only to Crystal and she's kept quiet.' `Surely you mentioned it to Warner, your father?' `I knew he didn't want to discuss it or talk about it to anyone. He's never referred to it since. I'm telling you now so you know everything that might be connected with your investigation.' `Keep it that way. And I appreciate your telling me.'

They both got up and left the library together. Tweed looked at Paula who had a very serious expression. `What do you make of that?' `It could add a whole new dimension to the case. I believed Leo. I've seen him fiddling with his motorcycle in bits, then setting to work to put it together again.'

She stopped talking as the door opened and Marshal breezed into the room, his usual flamboyant self. He wore jodhpurs, tucked into gleaming leather riding boots, and a blazing yellow tunic. In his right hand he held a whip, which he slapped against his boots. `Mornin', you two detectives. Time you solved the case.'

Tweed was not amused. He stared hard at Marshal before he spoke. `It's not a flippant matter when your own mother has been brutally murdered. And we are closer to breaking the case than when we arrived. Were you thinking of going riding?' `As a matter of fact I'm taking a trot through the woods. Lavinia often rides the course laid out beyond the tennis courts which has tricky jumps. She sails over them. I can't watch her. But this morning I'll be on my second horse, Whiskers. A slow plodder so quite safe to take into the woods.' `In that case, Mr Main, I suggest you postpone your ride, confine yourself to your apartment for the morning.' `What the hell for?You can't order me about!' `Some members of my team are in The Forest shooting rabbits to help out Snape. There's a danger the growing population of our furry friends will overrun the place.' `I haven't seen one damned one of the things on the lawn.' `And you don't want them invading that lawn, digging up a labyrinth of warrens. Also,' Tweed went on genially, 'I don't want one of my suspects shot.' `I'm a suspect?' Marshal's face reddened with fury. `Everyone in this mansion is until we have all the evidence I am collecting almost hourly.' `Oh, well…' Marshal paused uncertainly. 'I do have a whole pile of accounts to check in my apartment. If you'd spoken earlier I wouldn't have had to change my togs.'

With this parting shot he left the library, slamming the door behind him Shortly afterwards Snape appeared with a telephone he plugged into a wall socket. `There's a Professor Heathstone on the line. Asked for you personally. Said it was urgent' `Hello. Tweed here.' `Good morning, Mr Tweed, I am a man of few words. I am a rare-book dealer.' `I don't deal in them'

The voice was reedy, like that of an old man, throaty and pronouncing every word slowly. As though he had to remember what he wanted to say. `Ah,' the voice continued, 'an impulsive man. Not what I had expected. I have important information for you. I have a room at the Pike's Peak Hotel in Gladworth. Could you be here in, say, fifteen minutes?' `No, I couldn't. I'd need to know more about this alleged important information before I come anywhere near you.' `Very well. I was in a second-hand bookshop in Paris quite recently when, tucked behind some rubbish, I found a first edition of Ulysses, by the Irish gentleman. Have you any idea of what that would go for at a London auction?' `No. And if you don't get to the point quickly I'm going off the line.' `Patience, Mr Tweed. Just a few moments longer. Inside was a sheet with names typed on it, a new sheet. It gave the names of the members of something called the Red Circle. The chairman, apparently, is someone called Calouste something or other.'

There was silence. Tweed thought he could hear heavy breathing on the line. `I'll be at your hotel in half an hour,' Tweed said as Harry entered the library. `There will be a charge, Mr Tweed. I'm a businessman.' `There always is a charge.' `What is it, Harry?' Tweed asked as he put down the phone and Marler followed him into the library. `Thought I'd tell you we're all ready to go at the back door.' `You have come at just the right moment. A change of plan.'