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'I do like you,' the girl said. 'I like you enormously. We've never had anyone else come in here and tell us anything like this.'
The story that Richard Hedon had told her and the man who was calling himself Gavin Chilmark concerned a man named Paul Clyro, a scientist who has worked with another, named Wolsingham, at a research station in Sutherland, where they had been doing very secret work on viruses. But the security people had been closing in on Wolsingham, and he had known it, and one day he had taken his life in his laboratory by swallowing potassium cyanide.
'All that,' Richard said, 'got into the newspapers.'
Was it imagination that the face of the man before him had grown a little tauter than before?
Richard went on, 'Paul Clyro found the body. It must have been a fearful shock. Not just the shock of walking in on a corpse, but of discovering the kind of man he'd venerated, and being questioned and investigated and suspected himself. So it would seem he was driven half-mad, because one day he walked out of his house, leaving his wife expecting him home to lunch, and he's never been seen from that day to this.'
'But what put you onto the idea that I might be Clyro?' asked the man known as Gavin Chilmark, whose two-year-old trail Richard had followed to a sunny villa in Madeira, where the man was living a comfortable and contented life, free of any breath of suspicion...
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'I do like you,' the girl said. 'I like you enormously. We've never had anyone else come in here and tell us anything like this.'
The story that Richard Hedon had told her and the man who was calling himself Gavin Chilmark concerned a man named Paul Clyro, a scientist who has worked with another, named Wolsingham, at a research station in Sutherland, where they had been doing very secret work on viruses. But the security people had been closing in on Wolsingham, and he had known it, and one day he had taken his life in his laboratory by swallowing potassium cyanide.
'All that,' Richard said, 'got into the newspapers.'
Was it imagination that the face of the man before him had grown a little tauter than before?
Richard went on, 'Paul Clyro found the body. It must have been a fearful shock. Not just the shock of walking in on a corpse, but of discovering the kind of man he'd venerated, and being questioned and investigated and suspected himself. So it would seem he was driven half-mad, because one day he walked out of his house, leaving his wife expecting him home to lunch, and he's never been seen from that day to this.'
'But what put you onto the idea that I might be Clyro?' asked the man known as Gavin Chilmark, whose two-year-old trail Richard had followed to a sunny villa in Madeira, where the man was living a comfortable and contented life, free of any breath of suspicion...
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