Of course I knew there wasn’t a word of truth in it. I’d given him the clue to dealing with Vanner and he’d taken it up brilliantly. And who was to know he wasn’t really Jack Bullen, just as long so nobody saw his cufflinks?

‘You’re Jack Bullen?’ Vanner said in a strangled voice that did me the world of good to hear.

‘The one you sent the gold cufflinks to. Remember?’

Vanner gulped and began frantically back-pedalling with the gendarmes, assuring them that it was all a misunderstanding. They scowled at him, but finally departed.

‘That’s better,’ Vanner said, trying to sound in command of the situation. ‘Mr Bullen, you and me need to do some serious talking-’

‘When you’ve returned this lady’s property,’ he said coolly.

‘When I-?’

‘Her clothes, her passport, and whatever you owe her in wages.’

‘I suppose I’m well rid of her at that.’

‘Deliver everything to The Hawk. That’s where I’m going now.’

‘Fine, fine. We can share a cab to the harbour-’

‘No, we can’t. Send those things over and don’t keep me waiting.’

I couldn’t see him well as he said this, but I had a good view of Vanner, and I saw the startling change that came over his face-a kind of withering. He’d seen something in this man’s face that made him fall silent and take a step back.

The man took my arm and began to walk away.

‘Wait a minute,’ I whispered. ‘You were going to take me to the Vice-Consul.’

‘I’ve changed my mind. We’re going to The Hawk.’

‘Oh, no! Not another yacht. I’ve had enough of them to last a lifetime.’

I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t release my arm. He wasn’t holding me all that tightly but there was no way I could escape.

He hailed a passing cab and almost tossed me into it. ‘Now, look here-’ I began.

‘No, you look here. You can go with Vanner, with the gendarmes, or with me.’

‘Or I can go to the Vice-Consul.’