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.'He opened the envelope on his desk, spread everything out in front of Buchanan.The detective's face stiffened when he looked at the photos.He paused for several minutes before he spoke.'These photos are the pictures of a dead woman we found in a cove below Nansidwell.We had an anonymous call.Would that have come from this anonymous character who is now somewhere abroad?''I was told a call had been made to a local police station.''Truro.''I see.' was Tweed's only reaction.'We kept this discovery quiet.' Buchanan pointed to the photos of the dead woman."The pathologist who examined her said she had a heavy bruise on her back.We're treating it as a suspicious death.''One more thing,' Tweed added, 'Moloch's floating cruise palace, the Venetia, was offshore when Paula hauled out the corpse from the Pacific near Monterey, six thousand miles or so from here.The Venetia was standing off Falmouth harbour when the body of the girl in the photos came ashore.''Vincent Bernard Moloch.' Buchanan said, half to himself.'I don't understand this.Both women look exactly alike.Your story doesn't hold water.''It does if you assume they were twins.I worked that one out for myself.You're looking for twins, Roy.I'd like that photo splashed across every newspaper in the land.Do You Know This Woman?''I could arrange that,' Buchanan agreed.'Just the sort of headline the press loves these days.I'll have to consult certain people.May I mention your name?''Certainly not.Under no circumstances.''I thought you'd say that.You'll be kept out of it -purely because of your position.''And,' Tweed said firmly, 'because I've helped you.Not that you've said anything yet.''I do appreciate your cooperation.Really I do.Any chance of identifying who took the photos? Even just for my personal information, if necessary.''No chance at all.Roy, you'd never identify one of your personal informants.Come off it.''I take your point.May I take all the photos?''Of course - they're copies.'Twins.' Buchanan stood up.'It was clever of you to think of that.I may incorporate that in the carefully edited story we hand out to the newspapers.I think this justifies a press conference.I'd better get back now.'They shook hands before he left.As soon as he had gone Tweed rang for Monica on his intercom.Tweed brought Monica up to date on his conversation with the Scotland Yard man.She listened, memorizing every word.'Do you think he'll do it?' she asked eventually.'I mean will he give the story to the press?''I'm sure he will.He has no alternative.This means I've struck the first blow - only the first - in the offensive I'm launching against VB.''I don't follow you.'"The tactic is to do everything possible to disturb VB.That picture of the dead woman who was dragged out of the sea in Cornwall is going to be splashed all over the newspapers.VB - and Joel Brand - will soon hear of it.That will alarm someone.And disturbed people make a fatal mistake - when they are unnerved.''It might work.' Monica agreed.'It will work.' said Tweed with great force.'I also want copies of those photos - and the Identikit Paula helped to create of the Pacific victim - sent post-haste to Cord Dillon.''Why? If I may ask?''You just did.I'm going to phone Cord later, tell him to do the same thing in California.To get thosepictures into the papers over there - the San Francisco Chronicle, the Los Angeles Times and the local Monterey newspaper.Someone has to recognize those twins.''You are getting the pot boiling.You sound strangely ferocious.''I am ferocious.After the way that thug treated Paula.And what I've told you to do is only the tip of the iceberg.I'm going to attack VB from every possible angle.Get it moving, Monica.'11In Cornwall Newman had spent time with Vanity Richmond.They had walked along a side road at the end of the hotel drive, had turned off it along a narrow rough lane, little more than a path, signposted Rosemullion.Vanity had suggested the walk."The proprietor of Nansidwell told me about this track.' she explained.'Apparently it leads to a wonderful view of the sea and hardly anyone ever finds it.'They were walking along a section where hedges lining high banks enclosed it.She looked at him sideways, her eyes half-closed as she made the remark.Her expression almost hypnotized him.He smiled, thinking how attractive she was.Her greenish eyes and theenticing look she had given him made him want to grab hold of her in a passionate embrace.He resisted thetemptation.'You strike me as a very lonely man.' she went on.'Not really.' he lied.It was quite a while since he'd had a girl friend.His time had been taken up with working for Tweed, an activity he enjoyed.Now he was beginning to wonder whether he was getting any fun out of life.'Have you got a girl friend?' she asked.'Not at the moment.I've been very busy.''And yet you haven't written many articles the way you did at one time.You do seem very reserved.'"The morning isn't my best time.I'm rather an owl.I wake up, get going later in the day.''Oh, come on, Bob.No need to look so serious.You need some relaxation.Cornwall is the place where people relax.What a lovely flower.'She reached up, picked a flower from the hedge, handed it to him with a ravishing smile
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