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you have the facility for DNA analysis available on St. Marks?”
    â€œNot as yet,” duBois replied. “That will be one of my first requests of my government.”
    â€œI would be very happy to have any evidence you find tested in our labs in New York, if that would be helpful.”
    â€œThank you; I will let you know.” DuBois consulted a list from his pocket. “Where are your companions, Mr. Barrington and Ms. Heller?” he asked.
    â€œI believe they are touring the island,” Dino said. “They told us not to wait lunch for them.”
    â€œWhen will they return?”
    â€œI’m not sure, but certainly in time for cocktails; they never miss cocktails.” Dino smiled.
    â€œQuite.”
    Dino didn’t know what else to say. “I would be happy to inspect the shooter’s roost or the crime scene, if that would be helpful.”
    â€œProbably not,” duBois replied.
    â€œMr. Barrington was also a homicide detective on the NYPD. We were partners for some years. I’m sure he would be glad to help, as well.”
    â€œWhat about his girlfriend? Is she a police officer, too?”
    Dino almost said yes, but remembered. “No, she is a flying instructor; she owns and operates a small flying school in Florida.”
    â€œYes, I have heard this; did she fly you here?”
    â€œNo, we were fortunate enough to arrive by private jet.”
    â€œAre New York policemen so wealthy, Lieutenant Bacchetti?”
    Dino laughed. “Oh, no. Mr. Barrington is the one with money. He is a prominent attorney in New York, and an airplane company offered him the ride, with the hope of selling him a jet.”
    â€œAnd will he buy one?”
    Dino smiled. “Just between you and me, Mr. Barrington is not that rich, but he neglected to mention that to the salesman.”
    DuBois did not smile. A car door slammed behind them.
    Dino looked up to see Stone and Holly walking toward them.
    â€œAh,” duBois said, rising, “Mr. Barrington and Ms. Heller, I presume.”
    â€œThat’s right,” Stone said.
    â€œGood. You are both under arrest.” He made a motion and the two police officers cuffed Stone’s and Holly’s hands in front of them.
    â€œColonel duBois,” Dino said, getting to his feet. “Why are you arresting my friends?”
    DuBois turned and looked at Dino. “Lieutenant Bacchetti, I would advise you to mind your own business.”
    Dino’s eyes flicked toward Stone and Holly; he saw a folded piece of paper fall at her feet, and she kicked it under the police car.
    â€œCall the embassy, Dino,” Stone said, as they got into the back of the police car.
    The car drove away.
    â€œWhat was that all about?” Genevieve asked.
    â€œI don’t know,” Dino said. He walked over to where the police car had been parked and retrieved the piece of paper Holly had dropped. When he unfolded it, he saw the photographs of the three men. “Robertson, Pemberton and Weatherby, I presume,” he said. Then he walked quickly to the phone.

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    T he phone was answered by a young man. “United States Embassy,” he said.
    â€œI don’t suppose you would connect me with the CIA station chief, would you?” Dino asked.
    There was a brief silence. “Sir, what is the nature of your business?”
    â€œPlease give him or her a message,” Dino said. “Virginia Heller and Stone Barrington have just been arrested by a Colonel Marcel duBois of the Home Office, presumably in connection with the murder of Colonel Croft.”
    â€œAnd your name, sir?”
    â€œDino Bacchetti; I am traveling with Ms. Heller and Mr. Barrington.” He gave the man the phone number at the inn. “I believe this to be a secure line,” he said, “since we disabled the bugs in the telephones. I can’t speak for your end.”
    â€œI will pass on the message,” the young man said, then hung up.

    J ames Tiptree’s phone rang, and he picked it up. “This is James Tiptree.”
    â€œScramble,” a voice said.
    Tiptree pressed the button. “Scrambled.”
    â€œJim, this is Lance Cabot; we met some years ago in London.”
    â€œYes, Lance, I remember.”
    â€œHave you received cable traffic regarding the replacement for Hugh English?”
    Tiptree sat up straighter. “Not yet.”
    â€œYou should shortly. The cable will say that I have