The same employee who had driven away Ronstadt's car attempted to do the same thing with their Audi. Newman intervened. 'I may have to drive off quickly soon. Please leave it where it is.' 'That would be most unusual, sir.' 'I'm an unusual man.' Newman smiled at him. He handed him a hundred- mark note. There was no further argument. Tweed and Paula had walked inside. While Tweed was registering Paula glanced round. The hotel reeked of luxury and taste. Leaving the reception area, Tweed glanced into a lounge, stood stock-still. 'What is it?' whispered Paula as Newman joined them. 'Come in and see for yourself.' Tweed walked in, his coat over his arm. It was like a replay of their arrival at the Three Kings. The first person he saw, leaning forward in an armchair, was Sir Guy Strangeways. In another chair, facing him, with a table between them, Sharon sat with a glass in her hand. She looked up. She raised her eyebrows, then smiled invitingly. 'What an unexpected pleasure. Now you can host a dinner for me here tomorrow evening.
