I didn't argue with her -1 just hit her. The first time I had ever hit a woman in my life. An open palm to the side of her jaw with plenty of muscle behind it. It knocked her clean out of bed so that she lay sprawling in a tangle of sheets by the dressing-table. She was still for a few moments and then shook her head muzzily as she pushed against the floor to raise herself up. She opened her mouth and closed it again as she caught my eye. Her fingers stroked the dull red blotch on her face and she looked at me unbelievingly.

I ignored her and walked to the wardrobe from which I took a suitcase from the top shelf and began to pack. Presently I broke the silence. 'You'll be hearing from my solicitor. Until then you can have the house.'

'Where are you going?' Her voice was soft and quiet 'Do you care?'

She had nothing to say to that so I picked up the suitcase and left the bedroom. I went downstairs to my study and unlocked the bureau. As I took out my passport I was aware of Gloria standing by the door. 'You can't leave me,' she said desolately.

I turned my head and looked at her. 'For God's sake, go and put on some clothes,' I said. 'You'll die of pneumonia.'

When I put the passport and a few other papers into my pocket and walked into the hall she was trudging disconsolately up the stairs. As I walked towards the front door she screamed, 'Come back, Max!'

I shut the door gently on her shout, closing an era of my life. Sic transit Gloria mundi. A lousy pun but a true one.

CHAPTER NINE

I suppose if I hadn't left Gloria I wouldn't have gone on with the Billson case. Billson himself had ceased to be a security matter and was merely a half-way maniac gone on an ancestor-worshipping bender. He was of no concern to anyone but himself and, possibly, Alix Aarvik. But I had left Gloria, which put me in a somewhat ambiguous position. It had already been agreed that I would take a holiday, partly for my own benefit and partly to give free rein to Jack Ellis. The trouble was that I didn't feel like a holiday; I couldn't see myself toasting on the sands of Montego Bay, as Charlie had suggested. And so the devil found work for idle hands Besides, I had been assaulted, and if nothing else demanded that something should be done, company policy did.

So I asked Jack Ellis to come and see me at my club. Ellis had joined us four years earlier – young, bright and eager to learn. He was still young, but that didn't worry me; Napoleon was only twenty-six when he was General of the Army of Italy and licked hell out of the Austrians. Jack Ellis was twenty-seven, something that might hinder him when negotiating with some of the stuffier chairmen of companies, but time would cure that In the meantime he was very good and getting better.

I took him aside into the cardroom which was empty in the afternoon. For a while we talked about his job and then I brought him up-to-date on the Billson story. He was puzzled as anyone about the whole affair.

'Jack,' I said. 'I want you to find Billson.'

He gave me an old-fashioned look. 'But he's not our pigeon any more. Apart from the fact that Whensley are running their own show now, Billson is out of it.'

1, said, 'When this firm was started certain rules were laid down. Do you remember Westlake, the security guard we had at Clennel Enterprises?'

Ellis's face was grave. 'I remember. It happened just after I joined the firm. Shot in the leg during a pay-roll snatch. He had to have it amputated.'

'But do you remember what happened to the man who shot him? We got to him before the coppers did. We handed him to the law intact, although I'd have dearly loved to, break his leg. We also made sure that the story got around. And that's the rule, Jack – we look after our own. If any gun-happy bandit hurts one of our men he knows he has to cope with the police and our boys. And to coin a phrase – "we try harder". Got the picture?'

He smiled faintly and nodded. 'In this business it makes sense,' he acknowledged.

'The top-ranking coppers aren't too happy about it,' I said, 'because they don't like private armies. But we rub along with the middle level very nicely. Anyway, a member of Stafford Security Consultants Ltd has been assaulted, and the fact it was the boss makes no difference to the principle. I'm not on a personal vendetta but I want those boys nailed.'

'Okay – but Billson!'

'He's got to be connected somehow, so dig into him. The police aren't doing much because it's no crime to leave a job. They've got him on a list and if they come across him they'll ask him a few polite questions. I can't wait that long. All the villains in London know I've been done over, and they're laughing their heads off.'

'We should be able to get a line on Billson,' said Jack. 'It's not easy for a man to disappear into thin air.'

'Another thing; no one is to know any of this except me, you and the man you put on the job.'

'Not even Charlie Malleson?'