The man I rang was politely amused. 'Billson is no concern of ours. We checked back on what you told us; we even interviewed that bloody journalist – now there's a slimy bit of work. As far as we're concerned, Billson is a semi-paranoiac who has gone off the rails a bit. He might interest a psychiatrist, but he doesn't interest us.'
'Thanks.' I put down the telephone and said to Jack, 'He says they aren't interested, but would he tell me the truth?' I frowned as I turned the pages of the report. 'Algiers! Why didn't Billson apply for an Algerian visa?'
'He didn't need to. British citizens don't need visas for Algeria.' Jack produced another thin file. 'About Sir Andrew McGovern. Relationship with Billson – apart from the fact that they're remotely linked through Franklin Engineering -nil. Relationship with Alix Aarvik – nil. It's a straight master-and-servant deal – they're not even "just good friends". The Kisko Nickel Corporation is undergoing an internal reorganization due to a merger which McGovern engineered. But Alix Aarvik didn't go to Canada; she's still operating as Mc-Govern's secretary.'
I shrugged. 'As I once said to Brinton, the best thing about advice is that you needn't take it.' I smiled sourly. 'It turned out that his advice was good, but that's no reason for Alix Aarvik to take mine.'
'Apart from that there's not much to get hold of in McGovern,' said Jack. 'He does seem to live in Brinton's pocket.'
'Not quite,' I said absently. 'Brinton has been having trouble with him. That's why we lost the Whensley account.' I was thinking of the Sahara; of how big and empty it was.
Jack sniffed. 'If they have quarrelled no one would notice it McGovern entertained Brinton at his home two days ago.'
I said, 'If Brinton pats Andrew McGovern on the back it's just to find a good spot to stick the knife. Thanks, Jack; you've done a good job. I'll take it from here.'
When he had gone I rang Whensley Holdings and asked for Miss Aarvik. When she came on the line I said, 'Max Stafford here. So you didn't go to Canada, after all.'
'Sir Andrew changed his mind.'
'Did he? Miss Aarvik, I have some information about your brother which I think you ought to know. Will you have dinner with me tonight?'
She hesitated, then said, 'Very well. Thank you for your continued interest in my brother, Mr Stafford.'
'I'll call for you at your flat at seven-thirty,' I said.
After that I went down to the club library, took down The Times Atlas, and studied a map of the Sahara for a long time. It didn't take me as long as that to find out that the idea burgeoning in my. mind was totally fantastic, utterly irresponsible and probably bloody impossible.
I picked up Alix Aarvik that evening and took her to a French restaurant, an unpretentious place with good food. It was only after we had chosen from the menu that I opened the subject over a couple of sherries. I told her where Paul Billson was.
'So he is trying to find the plane,' she said. 'But it's totally impossible. He's not the man to…' She stopped suddenly. 'How can he afford to do that?'
I sighed. Alix Aarvik was due to receive a shock. 'He's been holding out on you. Probably for a long time, judging by the cash he squirrelled away. He was getting?8000 a year from Franklin Engineering.'
It took a while for it to sink in, but as it did her face went pale and pink spots appeared in her cheeks. 'He could do that\' she whispered, lie could let me pay his bills and not put up a penny for Mother's support.'
She was becoming very angry. I liked that; it was time someone got mad at Paul Billson. I wasn't so cool about him myself. I said, 'I'm sorry to have administered the shock, but I thought you ought to know.'
She was silent for a while, looking down into her glass and aimlessly rotating the stem between her fingers. At last she said, 'I just don't understand him.'
'It seems he didn't abandon his boyhood dream. He saved up his money to fulfil it.'
'At my expense,' she snapped. She gave a shaky laugh. 'But you must be wrong, Mr Stafford. I know what Paul was doing at Franklin Engineering. They wouldn't pay him that much.'
'That's another mystery. It seems they did. Your brother had damn near?60,000 to his name when he pushed off -and he turned it all into hard cash. If he's taken it with him to Algiers he's put a hell of a crimp into the currency regulations. I think Paul is now a law-breaker.'
'But this is ridiculous.'
