follow。 It seemed to me at the time that Liam had almost lost all reasonable values。' The girl looked down at her hands and Mather wondered if he had embarrassed her。 Were his ideas too rigid； or too 'quaint' for these racy times？ Probably； but no less valid for that； he reassured himself。
'And has he changed？' Cora asked softly。
'Well； he's been with Shield for over six years now； and in many ways he's the best operative we have。 Yes； he has changed。' Mather smiled。 'But just how much； I really can't say。'
29 RECONNOITRE
They drove past the gates； all three occupants of the car peering round； looking along the uneven drive to see where it led。 Unfortunately it curved into woodland which obscured any further view。
With a nod of his head； the front passenger indicated the old lodge…house set to one side of the big iron gates。 The car did not slow down。
They studied the high wall as the car picked up a steady speed once more； and then the dense trees and undergrowth when the weathered brickwork ran out。 They travelled a long way before a narrow lane came up on the left。 The driver steered into it； the other two occupants continuing to study the hedges that bordered the left…hand side of the lane。 Presently they were able to catch brief glimpses of downward slopes； woodland； a lake。 The man in the backseat told the driver to stop the car。
Although their view was restricted by the trees closest to the lane； they could just make out what appeared to be a red…stoned building on the far shore of the lake； nestled beneath low hills。 Reluctant to linger too long； the back passenger instructed the driver to move on。
The lane joined a wider road and again the car turned left； maintaining a casual speed； neither fast； nor slow。 There were bends and dips along the route； but the observers' attention rarely wavered from the heavily wooded countryside on their left。 Through his rearview mirror； the driver noticed another vehicle approaching from behind。 It was a Granada and he mentioned the fact to his panions。 It slowed down； keeping a distance of forty or fifty yards away； following without pressurising the lead car into hurrying。
The driver of the first vehicle watched for a road to e up on his right。 One did； and he drove on by。 Soon another appeared； again to his right； and this one he took。
In his mirror he saw the Granada pass along the road they hid left； its two occupants staring after them。 It quickly vanished from view； but the driver of the first car kept on going； picking up speed。
Only when they had travelled a mile or so further did he pull in by the side of the road and turn to look at his panions。
The passenger in the back nodded。 From what they'd seen so far； the scar…faced man （when they had finally broken him） had been quite correct： the estate was large； very large indeed。
30 RETRIBUTION IN DARKNESS
Quinn…Reece was alone in his office on the eighteenth floor of the Magma Corporation。
The tiniest smile of satisfaction twitched his lips as he pleted the last paragraph of the report concerning the Papua New Guinea copper situation。 A report that Felix Kline had requested he provide before leaving the building； so that the chairman could call a forward planning meeting after he had broken the news to the board of directors on Monday morning。
Did they really hope to retrieve the situation？ Exploration rights for that particular area of land had already been granted to Consolidated Ores； and not even if Magma's bribe to the government officials involved outmatched their rival pany's could the agreement he rescinded。
He gathered the papers together on his desk。 They would be ready for his secretary to tpe first thing in the morning。 Rarely a happy man； Quinn…Reece… allowed his smile to broaden。 He was pleased with the wording； for it emphasised； in all due modesty； of course； his strenuous efforts to secure those rights before anyone else got wind of the find； continuously trying to contact their agent on the island by telephone； telex and even personal messenger to his hotel。 Unfortunately； the man could not be located （or so Quinn…Reece indicated in his report） and in the meanwhile； Magma's biggest rival had learned of the 'find'。
He allowed himself to chuckle。
Time to go home； he decided。 Enough is enough。 The report could indeed be more full； but why the hell should he put in any more hours on a Sunday？ It was late afternoon and the skies were already darkened by clouds and drizzle。 Before he went； though； a stiff gin and tonic to celebrate yet another successful deception。
lie left his desk and went to a wall cabinet； opening it to reveal his private liquor stock； there for entertaining business associates or； more often than not； for the frequent 'nips' that got him through the day。 The small ice bucket was empty； but who needed ice'？ fie poured a good measure of gin into a glass tumbler anti added an equal amount of tonic。 He raised the glass to his ips when the noise outside his office door stopped him。
He shrugged。 Security on their rounds； checking all offices。 lour excellent health！ he silently toasted himself； and took a large 。wallow of the drink。 The mixture warmed him； lightening his mood even further。 Just a few more months' subservience to chat obnoxious； stunted oaf； then home and dry； working for a pany who would appreciate his business acumen； and who Mould be extremely grateful for past services。 The risk had been ：north it。 And what could the Corporation do anyway even if they had discovered he was the source of the leaks？ Take him to court？ I Oh no； he knew too much for that。 The share…holders would be ；unhappy if they were to （earn of Kline's true position at Magma； and the financial Press would have a ball。 Even Consolidated were unaware of the psychic's presence within Magma…they merely ；assumed that the Corporation's field agents were more astute than their own。 No； the worst that Magma could do would be to dismiss him。 And pay him off for keeping his mouth shut； of course。 Instead they were sacking the girl； Cora。
He was smiling again。
Quinn…Reece turned his head。 Was someone still outside？ He was sure he'd heard movement in the outer office。 Leaving the glass on the corner of his desk； the vice…chairman walked to the half…open door。
He pulled it open all the way and looked through。 'Anyone ；here'？' he called out； feeling rather foolish。
There was no response。
He stepped forward and caught a whiff of spices just before …）mething soft fell over his head and blocked out the light。
Hands shoved him from behind and he staggered forward； fell； 'ay sprawled on a hard floor； his head still covered。
Quinn…Reece remained prone for a few seconds； regathering his senses。 terribly afraid to move。 He heard the click of a door closing。 He was trembling badly。
The brief； stumbling journey had been one of the worst experiences of his life （so far）； for it was a brutally rushed trip towards a fate unknown。 He now knew how murderers must have felt in the old days when they were taken hooded from their cell and hurried to the gallows； giving them precious little time to consider the eternity waiting for them at the end of the corridor （except there was always time to consider that prospect； no matter how fast they took you； no matter how roughly they treated you； because part of your mind was quiet； entirely remote from the rest of your feverish thoughts； numbingly and so fearfully aware 。 。 。）。 He had been held down…by two of them…even though no words were spoken； no one answered his demands； nor his pleas； he was sure there were two of them…yet he had felt himself rising。 The lift。 They must have bundled him into the lift。 But why？ Where were they taking him？ Oh God； was it true then？ Were these people after Felix Kline？ Had they made a mistake； thinking that he was psychic'？ That had to be it！ So perhaps it was safe to look up； to show them； convince them they'd got the wrong man。 He had no allegiance to Kline； far from it： he could tell them all they wanted to know。 No need to harm him； he wasn't the one they were after。
Quinn…Reece hesitantly r