Stone Barrington 06-11

weren’t the only ones doing so. Where is she?”
    “Upstairs, asleep,” Stone replied.
    “No, I’m not,” Erica said from the doorway.
    Stone introduced her to the two men.
    “I have only a few questions for you, Miss Burroughs,” Throckmorton said, and he proceeded to ask them. Ten minutes of grilling her produced nothing, and he told her she could go.
    “Get some breakfast,” Stone said to her. “I’ll be a few minutes.”
    “Well, Barrington,” Throckmorton said, “you’ve certainly managed to mix in a number of things, haven’t you?”
    “I suppose I have,” Stone replied.
    “How about Stanford Hedger’s death; did you mix in that?”
    Stone had no trouble looking surprised. “He’s dead?”
    “Knifed outside a Mayfair restaurant late last evening.”
    “I saw him at Heathrow earlier in the evening,” Stone said, “and he was perfectly fine.”
    “He was looking for Lance Cabot?”
    “Yes.”
    “And so were you, I suppose.”
    “No.”
    “Look, I know very well that you’re up to your ears in the Eastover matter, and I’m not in the least convinced that you had nothing to do with Hedger’s death.”
    “May I speak to you alone for a moment?” Stone asked.
    Throckmorton motioned for the detective to leave them.
    “I think we both have a pretty good idea who might have dispatched Hedger, don’t we?” Stone asked when they were alone.
    Throckmorton sighed. “Yes, I suppose I do. He had all the skills; he was ex–Special Air Services, you know.”
    “I didn’t know, but I’m not surprised. I don’t suppose there’s anything but suspicion to link him to Hedger’s death?”
    “He has half a dozen witnesses, all retired policemen, who swear he was in a card game at the time.”
    “Then I suppose you’ll have to leave it.”

    “I wish I could; the Americans are very upset.”
    “Then let them solve it; they don’t seem to have any compunctions about operating on your soil.”
    “No, they don’t, do they?”
    Stone didn’t say anything for a moment. “May I have my passport back, please?”
    “Oh, yes.” Throckmorton stood up, took it from his pocket and handed it to Stone.
    “And my raincoat?”
    “No. That’s evidence. You’ll be returning to New York, then?”
    “Yes, today.”
    “Thank God,” Throckmorton said. “I hope you never come back.” He walked out of the room and the house without another word, followed by his detective, bumping into Mason as he entered the house. The two men exchanged a long glance, but said nothing to each other.
    “Good morning,” Stone said to Mason. “Any news?”
    “None I can give you,” Mason replied. “I’ve come for your car, your pen, and your button.”
    “Oh, yes.” He had forgotten. He went into the kitchen, found a knife, and cut the button from his sleeve.
    “What are you doing?” Dino asked.
    “I’ll tell you later.” He went back into the drawing room and handed Mason the button, pen, and car keys.
    “Thank you,” Mason said, then turned to go.
    “There’s nothing you can tell me?” Stone asked.
    “It’s not my place,” Mason replied. “Thank you for your assistance; you got your passport back?”
    “Yes.”
    “I shouldn’t delay leaving the country, if I were you.”

    “I’ll be gone before sundown,” Stone replied.
    “Yes, sundown; that’s when you Americans get out of town, isn’t it?”
    “Only in Westerns.”
    “Well, I suppose this has been a sort of Western, hasn’t it? Except we didn’t get the bad guy in the end.”
    “Will you?”
    “A personal opinion?”
    “Sure.”
    “We’ll get Morgan one of these days. As for Cabot, I doubt if Morgan can identify him, so we don’t actually have anything concrete on which to base a prosecution. And to tell you the truth, I doubt if my management would prosecute him if we did. This whole business has been terribly embarrassing for them, as well as for Carpenter and me.”
    “I’m sorry,” Stone said.
    Mason shook his hand. “Don’t be; in a week or two, the whole thing will have blown over for us. Take care.”
    “You, too.” Stone showed him out.
    Stone went into the kitchen, where Sarah had joined everybody. “I want everybody ready to leave for Heathrow in an hour,” he said, checking his watch.

    Sarah drove them, and walked Stone as far as the security checkpoint. “I had hoped you might stay for a long time,” she said.
    “I’m an American and a New Yorker. As much as I like it here, I know where