She shook her head.
“I want to go home now, Sean. I have things to do.”
“You are going to have lunch with me,” he said firmly, and took her arm, walking with her down the passage to the dining-room.
An hour later, after she had driven away in her sports coupe, the telephone bell rang.
O’Brien picked up the receiver.
“Tux here,” the hard, rasping voice said. “It’s okay, boss. He was there, and I’ve got him.”
O’Brien’s face hardened.
“Where?”
“On the Wi llow Point. ”
“Fine. I’ll be over in half an hour,” O’Brien said. “Stick close to him, Tux.”