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‘Ok. Back to the beginning and I will play it at a slower speed. This guy entering here, long after
everyone else, recognise him?’

‘The face is blurred but I suppose it is similar to the passport photo.’

‘Look at his feet. Large, size twelve’s at least I would say. Good quality brogues. The timecode
shows him entering the building twenty minutes before the ambulance arrives.

Now, look at the two paramedics.’ I spooled the tape on. ‘Just look at their feet. The bigger one is
about the same size as the chap with big feet only this chap would take, what seven’s, eight at the
most, and he is wearing trainers.’ I spooled on again.

‘Now they bring the stretcher out. The bigger of the two paramedics gets into the back of the
ambulance with the stretcher and the other paramedic gets into the driving seat. Did you look at
their feet?

‘Yes, the bigger of the two is wearing size twelve brogues.’

‘Now, If I spool on a bit, there we are, the big paramedic emerges from the alley two minutes after
the ambulance has gone, he’s wearing street clothes and small size trainers.’

‘So what does this all mean?’

‘It means, my dear Bren, someone convinced Arnold he was being watched and persuaded him to
swap places with the paramedic and to go with the ambulance to a new location. By putting a
woman on the stretcher, they hoped to fool anyone who was watching that the ambulance was
nothing to do with Arnold Warner. It certainly fooled Anne otherwise she would have tailed the
ambulance.

‘So we don’t know where they took him?’

‘No, but where does not really matter, what matters is what they did to him. I will spare you the
gory details but in simple terms, they tortured him.

I believe that after three prolonged versions of torture, he told them about his account at the
Chiswick Business Centre and they probably checked it out but of course, the account was in the
name of his intended alias, Peter Collins. He was probably in so much agony he didn’t know what
he was saying and probably by this time had no idea what they were even questioning him about.

When they couldn’t find anything at Chiswick it changed from torture to sheer brutality and
revenge. Either through an overdose of a paralysis drug or from total exhaustion, Arnold Warner
died. They threw him into the Thames. I have photos which show an American Embassy car
transported Warner to the river.

Now the imponderables. Why did it take three different methods of torture to extract the simple
information; where is the memo? Why didn’t he tell them at an early stage he had given the memo
to his then girlfriend Gabriela Morales? Surely, he didn’t suffer so much agony to protect the girl he
had already dropped. Who doctored Frank Furlong’s report and why was he murdered?’