Free Rhinoceros by Colin Forbes Page A

I'm sure he's got reinforcements that we haven't seen.'
    'Who is this Tweed?'
    'Someone I know. Don't on any account mention his name to anyone.'
    'I'm just goin' to forget the whole thing. Wish I knew where you'd been when you were abroad for weeks.'
    'I don't want to talk about it. I need more sleep. Ready for tonight.'

    As Tweed was relaying to Paula, Newman and Butler in his office what Lisa had said, the door opened and Marler, a key member of his team, walked in.
    Marler, in his late thirties, was impeccably dressed as usual. He wore a warm beige suit, gleaming white shirt, a Valentino tie and carried a military-style raincoat with large lapels. Hanging it up, he adopted his favourite position, standing in a corner while he lit a king-size cigarette.
    'Sense an air of tension,' he drawled in his upper-crust voice. 'Bit of excitement?'
    Tweed began again, tersely reporting every word Lisa had said. Then, for Marler's benefit, he recalled the events since the journey he had made with Paula to Alfriston, the aftermath when two shots were fired into their car.
    'Tweed, you live a charmed life,' Marler commented. 'And Newman's hatchback is parked outside, as good as new. Is this Lisa Trent trustworthy?'
    'Frankly, I'm not sure,' Tweed told him. 'Which is why I've asked her to get here at 5.30. 'I want to grill her. But we should be ready. Harry, Pete Nield has just about had his holiday. Could you contact him?'
    'Spoke to him on the phone this morning before I came in. He's bored. I can get him here in half an hour.'
    'Do it when we've finished.'
    'We carry weapons?' Harry suggested.
    'Nothing lethal. We don't want to start a shoot-out.'
    'Tear-gas bombs then?'
    'Oh, if you insist. But if we do go with Lisa, and I did say if, we're only observing.'
    'Organized gangs,' commented Newman. 'Sounds farfetched. I think Lisa exaggerates.'
    'I don't,' objected Paula. 'You haven't seen her, talked to her. I have. She's very cool.'
    'She was on the phone,' Tweed agreed. 'Although I detected an undercurrent of anxiety.'
    'Bob,' Marler began, straightening up. 'Organized gangs. You know I have a lot of contacts in this country - as well as abroad. I've just got back from Brussels. A contact, who I've found reliable in the past, told me he'd heard large groups of so-called refugees were being trained in the remote Ardennes in military style, using live ammunition.'
    'Belgium is in a mess,' Newman replied dismissively.
    'Also,' Marler ploughed on, 'another contact who lives in that model village near Weymouth phoned me today. Said there were rumours more refugees in large numbers were being brought ashore secretly after dark. Thought I'd pop down there and have a shufti.'
    'More rumours,' Newman commented. 'Soon we'll hear the Martians have landed.'
    'I'm driving down to Dorset,' Marler said firmly. 'I'll call you, Tweed, if I find anything. And, for your information, Bob, this contact is also very reliable. Toodle pip . . .'

    * * *

    When Gavin Thunder's limo reached Trafalgar Square it ran into the normal traffic jam. The Minister, who had just made a call on his mobile, tapped on the closed window between himself and the chauffeur. The car was stationary as the chauffeur slid the window open.
    'Carson,' the Minister told him, 'I'm getting out here. I fancy walking the rest of the way.'
    'Very good, sir . . .'
    Thunder walked back the way the car had come. In Pall Mall, as he approached Marlows, he saw a tall fat man strolling along the pavement. He caught up with him near the entrance to the club.
    'Good timing,' he commented. 'Now let's get inside so you can tell me how things are progressing.'
    Oscar Vernon wore a grey overcoat unbuttoned down the front. Underneath he wore a pale grey suit, a pink shirt, a grey bow tie. In his early fifties, he had a large head, a fat face with bulging grey eyes, a pudgy nose, thick lips and an aggressive jaw which would soon be double-chinned. Everything about Oscar was grey and fat. In his right,