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Piper, angry, was impressive. For a moment he had me on the defensive. If I had upset such a powerful man, I had surely made a mistake. The moment passed.

'I thought you would be interested in this,' I said, untucking the newspaper I had been carrying under my arm. It was a copy of the Sun of several years ago. On page two, just opposite Bubbly Belinda Baring All, was the headline 'City Slickers' Saucy Retreat'. Under this was a photograph of Bladenham Hall and an article about how a Mr Irwin Piper was helping police with their enquiries. Lurid insinuations of businessmen indulging in sex orgies followed.

Piper went purple. 'If you dare show that to anyone, I'll have my lawyers right on to you immediately. That is if I don't tear you apart myself.'

Paradoxically, Piper losing control helped me stay calm. He didn't seem quite so powerful. 'By "your lawyers", you presumably include Debbie Chater?'

'Hah! She's the one who told you is she? I'll sue that toad Denny as well.'

'She no longer works for Denny Clark,' I said.

'I don't care where she works. If she breaches lawyer-client confidences, she is in deep trouble.'

'She's dead,' I said. 'Murdered.'

This did cause Piper to pause for a moment. 'She probably deserved it,' he said. 'I'm not surprised someone wanted to kill her.'

'Was it you?' I asked.

'Don't be ridiculous. And don't repeat that allegation either.'

'Do you know who killed her?'

'Of course not. I can scarcely remember the woman. I haven't seen her for years.'

I believed him. He was scared about what I might say about Bladenham Hall, but he didn't care what I said about Debbie, despite his bluster.

'You know the Phoenix Prosperity Savings and Loan?' I asked.

'I've heard of it,' said Piper, thrown off balance again.

'Is it true that that institution has an investment in the Tahiti?'

'That information is not available to the public.'

'Did you know that Phoenix Prosperity obtained the money it has invested in the Tahiti by fraud?'

Piper clearly did not know this. He frowned, not sure what to say next. With an effort he collected himself. In a much calmer voice he said, 'I don't respond to blackmail or lies, Mr Murray. Kindly leave, and if I hear any of this repeated you know what I will do.'

I didn't leave. I stood up from the delicate sofa, and walked over towards the giant window. We were a long way up. The darkened windows took away the noise, the glare and the heat of Las Vegas. The city floated away harmlessly below.

I turned to Piper. 'I don't intend to blackmail you. I am just concerned. Concerned that a colleague of mine was killed last month. Concerned that my firm has been defrauded of millions of dollars, which are now invested in your casino. This, I am sure, will concern an honest businessman such as yourself as well. After all, these things can be dangerous for one's reputation. It may be that I will need your help in future to find who is behind this. I am sure you will be delighted to give it. In the meantime, I will certainly not mention Bladenham Hall to anyone.' I smiled and made for the door. Just before I left, I turned and offered Piper my hand. He didn't take. I shrugged, and walked out of the room.

Piper had his own express lift that took me to the ground floor. I felt elated after my encounter with him. I had got him just where I wanted him. I crossed over into another lift and went up to my room to think.

After ten minutes or so, the phone rang. It was Tommy.

'I have found out some things that might interest you,' he began. I wrenched my mind back to the Tremont Capital problem.

'Shoot.'

'Well, first of all you asked me to find out about the acquisition of Phoenix Prosperity. I guessed that Waigel must have had something to do with it, so I got Jean to raid his files. Do you want the details?'

'Yes please.'

'It starts off with some correspondence from Howard Farber, the owner and chief executive officer of Phoenix Prosperity. It says that he is facing a bad year ahead, and that he probably has only two choices, either file for bankruptcy or sell the business. That's dated about two years ago.

'Three months later Waigel wrote back to tell Farber that he had found a buyer. Lo and behold, that turns out to be our old friend Tremont Capital. There is a whole sheaf of correspondence documenting the deal. Tremont put in forty million dollars of capital in return for 90 per cent of the company. Howard Farber remained CEO but someone called Jack Salmon was appointed liaison officer. His job was to liaise with the majority shareholder, Tremont Capital.'

'Very interesting.'

'Yes. And you know what else is interesting?'

'Tell me.'

'Bloomfield Weiss only charged a twenty-five-thousand-dollar advisory fee. I can't imagine Bloomfield Weiss doing anything like this for less than 1 per cent, which in this case would be four hundred thousand.'

'I suppose Waigel didn't want to charge himself too much,' I said. 'Talk about conflict of interest. That's great! Well done. Did you discover anything else?'

'I didn't. But the police did. They finally found Shoffman's body in a wood in Montclair, New Jersey.'

'Do they know how he was killed, or who did it?' I asked.

'No. It was hard enough to identify him after all this time. They are still working on it, but they are not very optimistic.'

'Damn. I was hoping there would be something to tie his death in with all of this.'

'There is.'

'What?'

'Dick Waigel lives in Montclair.'

'Really?' I said. I wasn't exactly surprised. 'OK, Tommy. Thanks very much for all you have done. Can you send copies of those documents to my office in London?'

'Sure,' said Tommy. 'It will be a pleasure. Let me know what you come up with.'

'I will. Thanks again,' I said and rang off.

Everything was falling into place. I had almost all the information I needed to piece together what was going on. I pulled out some sheets of paper, and spent the next two hours drawing as complete a picture as I could of Tremont Capital, the financing of the Tahiti, and the various people involved. After I had finished, there was still one key question left unresolved. Why had Debbie died?

That she had been murdered, I was sure. It seemed to me highly likely that the reason was something to do with Tremont Capital. Waigel seemed the most likely candidate: the discovery of Shoffman's body near Waigel's house in Montclair suggested he was certainly capable of it.

But Waigel's diary showed he was in New York that night. And it was Joe, not Waigel, whom I had seen just before she was killed. So what was Joe's connection with Waigel? There was none that I knew of, but perhaps Cash had put Joe up to it. I had no doubts about Cash's involvement in the whole thing. After all, it was he who had sold the Tremont Capital bonds to Hamilton in the first place.

As for motive, it looked to me as though Cash had somehow found out that Debbie had discovered the Tremont Capital fraud, and was going to see Mr De Jong about it. She had to be silenced.

And yet… I wasn't convinced. Joe had been adamant that he had not killed Debbie, and I believed him. It didn't quite make sense yet.

Still, I had got a long way. I called Hamilton. His voice travelled crisply down the phone lines. 'What have you got for me, laddie?'

'I think I have worked it all out, or almost all of it,' I said, trying not to sound too proud of myself.

'Tell me,' said Hamilton, unable to keep the eagerness out of his voice.

'Well, I am pretty sure that Waigel and Cash are behind the whole thing. Waigel created the Tremont Capital structure, and Cash sold it to you.'