And came up trumps. There was a glow in his eyes and a kind of suppressed excitement in his voice when he hurried round to DI Hyde's office. ‘I called the marina. Apparently, people file the equivalent of a flight-plan when they're going to be out overnight. It's a safety measure – it means someone would be missed if he didn't turn up where he said he was going to be around the time he said he was going to be there. Terry Walsh filed a sailing-plan for The Salamander for the weekend June 24th to 26th. He said he was heading over to Le Havre.’ ‘Which is a distance of…?’ ‘Less than a hundred miles,’ said Voss. ‘Salamander would do it under power in a day. Breakfast in Dimmock, supper in Normandy.’ ‘Is there a record of who was on the boat?’ asked Alix Hyde, watching him closely. ‘Not a list of names, no.’ He hadn't finished: she kept watching. He referred back to his notebook. ‘They have it down as Mr Walsh and guest, crew of three.’ ‘Guest,’ echoed Alix Hyde.
