Martin glanced at Abbershaw.
‘What do you think?’ he said.
Abbershaw hesitated.
‘I don’t quite see what you intend to do,’ he said. ‘Suppose you succeed in stopping them, what are you going to say? We have no proof against the man and no authority to do anything if we had.’
‘But we’re going to get proof,’ said Martin cheerfully. ‘That’s the big idea. First we stop them, then we sit on their heads while they talk.’
Abbershaw shook his head.
‘I don’t think we’d get much out of them that way,’ he said. ‘And if we did it wouldn’t be evidence. No, if you take my advice you’ll run them to earth. Then perhaps we’ll find something, although really, my dear Martin, I can’t help feeling –’
‘Let’s kick him out, Prenderby,’ said Martin, ‘he’s trying to spoil the party.’
Abbershaw grinned.
‘I think we’re doing all we can do,’ he said. ‘After all it’s no good letting them out of our sight.’