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'It's a day for surprises,' Masters retorted. 'I never thought I'd live to see you run from a couple of rats like Butcher and Harris.'

Marlowe scowled. 'I've got more important things to do. I can deal with those two any time.'

Masters nodded. 'I don't doubt it, but there's always Faulkner.' He took out a short pipe and began to fill it from a leather pouch. 'He saw us coming, by the way, and took off. I'm afraid Butcher and Harris are going to get very wet looking for him.' He frowned suddenly as if the idea had just occurred to him. 'Of course, you could always prefer charges.'

Marlowe grinned. 'What for? We were only having a little exercise.'

The rain increased in volume with a sudden rush, and Masters opened the rear door of the car and said, 'Let's continue this conversation in comfort at least.'

For a moment Marlowe hesitated and then he shrugged and climbed in. There was a tall young man in a fawn raincoat behind the wheel. He turned his head and said, 'Where to, Superintendent?'

Marlowe whistled. 'A super now, eh? They must be getting hard up.'

Masters ignored the thrust. 'Anywhere in particular you'd like to go?' Marlowe raised one eyebrow and took out his cigarettes. Masters smiled faintly and said to the driver, 'Just take us towards town, Cameron. My friend and I have a lot to talk over.'

Marlowe blew smoke out and leaned back. 'I've got nothing to say to you, Masters.'

Masters held a match to his pipe. After a moment he leaned back with a sigh. 'I wouldn't say that. There's a little matter of twenty thousand quid I want from you.'

Marlowe threw back his head and laughed. 'You've got a hope.' He looked the policeman squarely in the eye. 'Listen, Masters. I was sent up for seven years. I've done five like a good little boy and now I'm out. Nobody can lay a finger on me. I'm clean as a whistle as far as the law is concerned.'

Masters shook his head. 'There's nothing very clean about you, Marlowe.'

Marlowe turned towards him, a fist raised, and the driver braked suddenly so that the car skidded a little. Masters smiled calmly. 'Keep going, Cameron. My friend isn't going to cause any trouble.'

Marlowe cursed and reached for the door handle. 'Okay, Masters. I've had enough. Stop the car and let me out.'

Masters shook his head. 'Oh, no, I haven't finished with you yet.' He puffed at his pipe reflectively for a moment. 'I've never been able to understand you, Marlowe. Not at your trial and not now. You had a normal enough background, a good education. You were even decorated in Korea, and then you came home and turned yourself into a lousy crook, a cheap hoodlum hanging round the big boys looking for easy pickings.'

Marlowe was calmer now. He said, 'I never waited around for anyone's pickings and you know it.'

'But you were driving for Faulkner and his bunch, weren't you?'

Marlowe shrugged. 'Why ask me? You seem to know all the answers.'

Masters shook his head. 'Not all of them, but I intend to.' He applied another match to his pipe and continued, 'It's just over five years since that Iron Amalgamated job was done in Birmingham. Whoever did it lifted over twenty thousand pounds, the wages for the following day. But they didn't cosh the night-watchman hard enough. He raised the alarm and the car was chased through the city. It crashed in a side street, and when a patrol car got there you were behind the wheel, half conscious. They dragged you out of the wreck clutching a black case. You wouldn't let go of it. One of the constables went to the end of the street to guide the other cars in and when he returned, his partner was laid out and you'd disappeared - with the bag, of course.'

Marlowe raised his eyebrows and yawned deliberately. 'I'm beginning to get bored. This is like seeing a film round twice.'

Masters smiled pleasantly. 'Wait a minute. It gets more interesting. You were picked up in Paddington Station next day. How the hell you managed to get clear of Birmingham I'll never know, but the important thing was that the money was gone.' He held the stem of his pipe against