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Sergeant Earl had obviously done the advanced drivers course and we made the eight miles in well
less than even time. Anyone following would have had to do over a ton on the M4 to keep up and
Earl would have spotted them.

Harvey showed his ID to the mortuary attendant and I found the drawer, which the attendant
opened and then left.

‘I should warn you this is not a pretty sight.’ I advised as I drew back the sheet. All three were visibly
taken aback by what they saw.

‘What kind of manic psychopath could do this?’

‘You’ve answered your own question, sergeant, a manic psychopath. I really want this guy. I don’t
give a dam about diplomatic immunity, I want to arrest him.’ The inspector replied.

‘The face was dug out by the dredging bucket when it hauled him from the bottom of the Thames.’
I informed them.

We waited while Graham took Warner’s fingerprints and dusted and photographed the prints on
the deposit box and the passport.

I covered Warner up with the sheet and closed the drawer.

‘Here, you had better have this.’ D I Harvey gave the passport to me. ‘I don’t want to make today’s
events official just yet and if I log this in as evidence there will be all sorts of questions raised which
I can’t answer just yet .Give me your telephone and fax number; I’ll let you have Graham’s print
results straight away.’

On the way back to Chiswick to pick up my car Harvey asked about the body in the morgue and I
felt obliged to tell him some of the events.

‘I know you are governed by the official secrets but what can you tell me about what has been
happening? I have a murder in Fulham and now the guy on the slab. Who is the body on the slab,
for instance?’

‘His name is Arnold Warner, an American who thought he could blackmail our intelligence service
and the CIA. As I told you before, whoever inflicted those injuries and eventually murdered him will
not be brought before a British Court.’

‘And what about that passport in the name Peter Collins?’

‘That was how he intended to escape should he have been successful with his blackmail.’

‘Ok, I realise you cannot say too much. The hypodermic needle and the paralysis drug should
convince my superiors that Frank Furlong wasn’t murdered by a con and at the moment, without
your evidence, there is no obvious connection to MI6.’

I picked up my car and made my way to the office. I kept an eye on my rear view mirror but I was
certain there was no American tail on me and no sign of a silver Volvo either.

I had hardly sat at my desk for two minutes when the telephone rang. It was Detective Inspector
Harvey.