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      FRANCIS DURBRIDGE

      Paul Temple and the Madison Case

      An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers

      1 London Bridge Street

      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in Great Britain by

      Hodder & Stoughton 1988

      Copyright © Francis Durbridge 1988

      All rights reserved

      Francis Durbridge has asserted his right under the Copyright,

      Designs and Patents Act, 1988 to be identified as the author of this work

      Cover design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2015

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      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008125783

      Ebook Edition © June 2015 ISBN: 9780008157869

      Version: 2015-10-26

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       CHAPTER I: My Name Is Portland, Sam Portland

       CHAPTER II: The Manila

       CHAPTER III: Eileen

      

       CHAPTER IV: Hubert Greene Entertains

      

       CHAPTER V: Concerning Steve

      

       CHAPTER VI: Just a Red Herring

      

       CHAPTER VII: Four Suspects

      

       CHAPTER VIII: Introducing Madison

      

       About the Author

      

       Also in This Series

      

       About the Publisher

       CHAPTER I

       My Name is Portland, Sam Portland

      ‘I think I’ll go up on deck for a few minutes, Paul. I’d like to take a last look at the New York skyline.’

      ‘Isn’t it a bit late, Steve? You said you wanted to change your dress before going down to dinner.’

      ‘Yes, I know, but it will clear my head a bit.’

      ‘You’re not feeling off colour already, are you? It’s only ten minutes since we sailed.’

      ‘No, darling, I’m fine. It’s just that I feel a little sea air will do me good.’

      ‘Well, take a wrap or something. And for heaven’s sake don’t get lost. Do you know the number of this cabin?’

      ‘I know we’re on the Signal Deck and isn’t it eight hundred and something?’

      ‘We’re on the Sports Deck and it’s number 8020.’

      Mr and Mrs Paul Temple were on their way back from a stay in New York. They had flown out by Concorde and were returning in more leisurely fashion on the newly refurbished Princess Diana. Temple had been attending the International Conference of Anti-Crime Agencies. As an eminent criminologist as well as an author of world renown, he had been invited to deliver the key-note address. His New York publishers had timed the publication of his new book to coincide with the conference and had offered to pay both his and Steve’s expenses. After a week of lectures and seminars, interspersed with book signings and television interviews, he was looking forward to five days crossing the Atlantic at 29 knots instead of the Mach 2 of Concorde.

      Steve had not been telling the complete truth when she said she was feeling fine. She was a bad sailor and whenever she boarded a ship and knew that she had left terra firma she began to feel queasy. Even on this huge liner, the length of three football pitches, she had a sense of being somehow trapped and enclosed.

      As always, coming out on deck made things better. She was glad that she

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