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from Criminal Records Office at the Yard.
    After a while Mallory sat back. "Well, what do you think?"
    "Could be interesting, but since when have you been so keen to help the police?"
    "There are one or two things about this affair that the Yard don't know."
    "Such as?"
    "Remember what a stink there was last year when Henry Galbraith, the nuclear physicist who was serving fifteen years for passing information to the Chinese, escaped from Felversham Gaol?"
    Chavasse nodded. "I must admit I was surprised at the time. Galbraith was hardly my idea of a man of action."
    "He's turned up in Peking."
    "You mean the Baron was behind that?" Mallory nodded and Chavasse whistled softly. "They must have paid plenty."
    "On top of that on at least three occasions this year just when we've been about to close in on someone important who's been working for the other side, they've been spirited away. A Foreign Office type disappeared last month and turned up in Warsaw and I can tell you now, he knew too damned much. The Prime Minister was hopping mad about that one--he had to go to Washington the same week."
    "Which all tells us something interesting about the Baron," Chavasse observed. "Whatever else he is, he's no patriot--just a hard-headed businessman."
    He looked down at the file again and Mallory said, "What do you think?"
    "About the general idea." Chavasse shrugged. "I am not too sure. I'm to go to gaol and share a cell with Harry Youngblood, that's about the size of it. Are you sure it can be arranged?"
    Mallory nodded. "The Home Office could handle that part of it direct with the prison governor. He might not like it, but he'd have to do as he was told. He'd be the only one who would know. We'll fix you up with a new identity. Something nice and interesting. Ex-officer cashiered for embezzlement--recently deported from Brazil as an undesirable and so forth."
    "It might be just a colossal waste of time, have you considered that?" Chavasse said. "It may seem logical that Harry Youngblood should be next for shaving, but it's far from certain."
    Mallory shook his head. "I think it is. Take this slight stroke he's had--that's as fishy as hell. No previous history and he's always enjoyed perfect health."
    "According to the report it was a genuine attack."
    "I know and Black pointed out that a stroke can't be induced artifically by use of a drug."
    "Is he wrong?"
    "Let's say misinformed--officially there is no such drug, but they have been experimenting with one in Holland for a year now. A thing called Mabofine. It disturbs the wave patterns in the brain in the same way as insulin or shock treatment. They hope to use it with mental patients."
    "What you're really saying is that you suspect that some sort of plot is already in operation to get him out. What am I supposed to do? Find out what I can and stop him or try to go along for the ride?"
    "It could be an interesting trip. It might lead us straight to the man we're looking for."
    "Another thing--it might be a year or more before they move."
    "And you don't fancy spending that long as a guest of Her Majesty?"
    Chavasse tossed Youngblood's record card across the desk. "It's more than that. Look at that face--notice the eyes. To hell with those jolly newspaper stories about Harry Youngblood, the smuggler with the good war record--the modern Robin Hood with a heart of corn for a tale of woe. In my book he's a man with a mind like a cut-throat razor who'd sell his grandmother for cigarette money in the right situation. He'd smell me out as a phoney for sure. I wouldn't last a week and prisons can be dangerous places or hadn't you heard?"
    "But what if he had to accept you? What if he didn't have any choice in the matter?"
    Chavasse frowned. "I don't get it."
    "All you have to do is pull the right job and get yourself five years. A reasonably spectacular hold-up for preference. Something that will spread your face all over the front page for a day or two."
    "You're not asking much, are