discovered something about your husband’s past. When I spoke to Greene about this, he said it was nonsense, he’d never heard of Madison.’
‘I’ve never heard of him either! All this is news to me.’
‘Your husband went so far as to say that Madison was his sole reason for coming over here.’
‘But that’s ridiculous! We all know why Sam wanted to come to England. Moira – his daughter – works over here and the silly girl’s been making a fool of herself. She’s got engaged to a smooth young man called Chris Boyer who spends most of his time in night clubs. He’s forever taking Moira off to some place called the Manila. I know for a fact that Sam was very worried about it.’
Stella lifted her cup and Steve thought that at last she was going to take a sip.
‘Mrs Portland, you still haven’t told us about the watch-chain.’
‘Oh yes, I was forgetting.’ Stella put the cup down again. ‘Just before we left New York, Sam said rather a peculiar thing, as a matter of fact I thought he was joking. He said, “If anything should happen to me, Stella, take great care of my watch-chain. You’ll probably find it’s the most valuable thing I possess”.’
‘He didn’t mention the penny at all?’
‘No,’ said Stella, at last putting the cup to her lips.
‘Mrs Portland,’ Steve asked, ‘why did you tell Hubert Greene that the chain was missing?’
‘Because he was so curious about it. All the way back from Southampton he kept on about the chain, throwing out veiled hints that he’d like to see it.’ Stella pursed her lips. ‘I made up my mind I wasn’t going to let him see it.’
‘Well, it looks a perfectly ordinary watch-chain.’ Temple had continued to examine it carefully. ‘The only curious point is the date on the penny.’
‘Yes, that worries me. It almost makes me think that Sam wasn’t telling the truth, that the story about himself was a fabrication.’
‘Well, that’s one explanation, of course, but there is another, a very simple one. Somebody’s changed the penny.’
The inquest on Sam Portland was held five days later at Southampton. Temple had been unable to attend as he was already committed to delivering a lecture that morning on the implications of genetic fingerprinting. Sir Graham Forbes had implied that he would be going down and had promised to call in that evening.
Temple was in his study working on the first chapter of his new book when he heard the door-bell ring. He glanced at the wall-clock. It was only three-forty-five. Half a minute later he heard Forbes’ strong and clear accents in the hall. He pushed his chair back and went to the door.
‘Hello, Sir Graham. I didn’t expect you back so soon. Did you go to the inquest?’
‘No, I’m absolutely up to my eyes. I sent Raine. He ’phoned half an hour ago. I tried to call you but only got the ansaphone.’
‘Come on in and tell me what happened. I’m afraid I was working on my new book.’
Forbes accepted the invitation and sat down on the button-upholstered armchair.
‘For your information Mr Samuel L. Portland died from natural causes. The Coroner was quite convinced there was no suspicion of foul play.’
Temple had pressed the stop switch on his ansaphone and resumed his seat behind the desk. ‘Well, if the Coroner was convinced …’
‘Don’t you agree?’
‘There’s something behind this Portland business. I don’t know what but I’m quite sure there is.’
‘Now, take the facts, Temple.’ Forbes sounded a little impatient. ‘Either Portland told you the truth about himself and about Hubert Greene getting in touch with him – in which case Greene lied to you when you saw him at Southampton – or Portland didn’t tell you the truth, in which case his story was a complete hoax.’
‘There are too many coincidences for my liking,’ Temple persisted. ‘First of all you receive an anonymous letter saying that if Portland comes over here a murder will be committed …’
‘But a murder hasn’t been committed.’
‘One very nearly was committed, Sir Graham,’ Temple pointed out quietly.
‘When?’
‘Five nights ago, here, in this very flat.’
‘Yes,’ Forbes conceded, ‘But we’ve no evidence that had any connection with the Portland case.’
Temple decided not to press the point. ‘Anyway, let’s forget it for the time being. Would you like a cup of tea, Sir Graham?’
‘No thanks. I suppose I’d better be getting back to the Yard. Heaven knows there’s enough to do.’
‘What are you on at the moment?’
‘What are we not on? Bomb scares, the state visit, a spate of armed robberies. We’re particularly worried about this counterfeit business. I expect you’ve read about it?’
‘No, but I’ve been abroad for two weeks.’
‘It’s serious, Temple. For several months now the Continent has been flooded with counterfeit notes – chiefly dollars, of course. About a week ago the French Sûreté said that in their opinion the gang were not actually working from the Continent but from England.’
‘Who are the people behind it – have you any idea?’
‘I wouldn’t say this to anyone else, Temple, but frankly, at the moment we haven’t a clue. So now you know why I’m not particularly interested in the late Mr Portland, to say nothing of the watch-chain.’
The telephone on the desk had been ringing for several seconds. ‘Excuse me.’ Temple said and picked the receiver up. ‘Hello?’
‘Paul, I’ve been trying to ring you but all I got was the ansaphone.’
‘I’m sorry, Steve. Where are you?’
‘Paul, listen.’ Steve’s voice was excited. ‘I’m in Harridge’s. I want you to come here straight away. It’s urgent.’
‘What’s happened?’
Forbes had made a valedictory sign to Temple and was moving towards the hall. Temple signalled him to wait.
‘I came back from Bramley on the 11.40. When I got to Waterloo I was just getting into a taxi when … Paul, are you listening?’
‘Yes of course I’m listening. You were just getting into a taxi.’
‘Yes, and I saw a man join the end of the taxi queue. At first I couldn’t place him. Then suddenly I realised who it was. Darling, it was that man.’
‘Which man?’
‘The
