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after effects?”
    â€œNone at all,” I said, grateful for the change of subject. “She’s rather pleased she was able to show us how brave she is.”
    â€œShe was as well. Have you taken her out in the car since it happened?”
    â€œYou and Helena are birds of a feather. She made me take Danielle out in the Audi the next morning. Said it would prevent us losing our nerve. The Fiat has already been towed back. Mario is still working on it.”
    â€œShe was right about you driving again straight away,” Steve said. “Should cure any nerves.”
    â€œWrong. I shan’t have any nerve till that Cadillac and its driver are found.”
    â€œDon’t worry,” he said grimly. “ He’ll be found. If the police don’t find him, I will.”
    In the glow of the dashboard I saw the expression on his face and stiffened, surprised at what I saw there. His eyes met mine in the driving mirror and he smiled: “ Let’s forget about it for now. We came out to enjoy ourselves. Wining, dining and dancing, remember?” and he accelerated, zooming past a huddle of houses towards the bright lights of Palma.
    The streets were thick with tourists and we had to slow down to a crawl as we nosed our way through a cobbled square, the trees surrounding it hung with fairy lights. A crowd of laughing teenagers surged round the car, bringing us to a standstill. Idly I wound the window down, and then caught my breath, the foot high lettering showing clearly. Ria Square. Steve turned his head.
    â€œAre you all right?”
    â€œYes.…” I pointed to the sign and the dark block of flats soaring behind it, as I did so, he said:
    â€œDo you see what I see?”
    In the narrow entrance to the flats I saw a man standing. There was something familiar about the angle of the head and the hunched shoulders. Then, as we watched, he sauntered down the few steps to the street, stepping out into the lamplight. There was no mistaking that head of red hair. It was Ian Lyall.
    â€œWhat on earth.…” I began.
    â€œI take it he was the boyfriend?”
    â€œNot that I know of. Peggy never mentioned it. I got the impression there wasn’t one.”
    The traffic began to move again and behind us Ian Lyall crossed the square and disappeared into the shadows beneath the trees.
    I shivered. “He really is the strangest man. Did I tell you that the day I arrived I overheard him shouting at Helena Van de Naude, saying. ‘She’ll have to go,’ he could only have been talking about me.”
    â€œ Shouting at her?” Steve asked incredulously.
    â€œYes. Mrs Van de Naude said something like: ‘She’s here now,’ and he said: ‘Too bloody right she is. She’ll have to go.’”
    â€œDid he, indeed?” Steve said curiously. “Just what gives Lyall the right to give orders to his employer’s wife? Was anything said to you?”
    â€œNo. Everything has been sweetness and light. He looks at me oddly sometimes, but he’s always perfectly civil.”
    â€œBut not to Helena Van de Naude,” Steve said musingly. “I find that very strange.”
    â€œI told you,” I said, as we sped out of a narrow street and onto the brightly lit sea front. “He’s a strange man!”

Chapter Six
    There were no messages for me when I returned to the villa in the early hours of the morning. Max had not been, nor had he phoned. Fighting crushing disappointment I walked quietly up the dark staircase and along the corridor to my room. He would come tomorrow. Perhaps Aunt Katherine had forgotten the name of the villa.…
    The next morning at breakfast, Ian Lyall said: “ Did you have a nice time last night?”
    â€œYes, thank you.”
    Leonie, with her cat that got the cream smile, said: “So did I.”
    â€œI’d forgotten you had gone out,” he said, pouring himself a fresh cup of