Free The Power by Colin Forbes Page B

the way they had come as Cardon loped towards them, smiling.
    'Morning, everyone. What a beautiful day. Sorry to be late but I slept in. I usually do if nothing's happening.'
    'Too much is happening,' Tweed snapped.
    'Bob is taking me for a drive to Bodmin Moor,' Paula reminded Cardon.
    'Can I come too?' Cardon asked. 'Butler and Nield are ample guard for Tweed.' He grinned at Newman. 'Carry your bag, sir?'
    'As I told you, we're going to interview one of the servant girls who works at Tresillian Manor,' Paula said. 'I think she might not say a word if too many people arrived. But thank you, anyway, Philip.'
    'I could stay with the car if you're keeping it out of sight,' Cardon persisted.
    'We'll be doing just that,' Paula agreed.
    Take Philip with you,' Tweed ordered. 'I don't like this idea of yours, but as you're being obstinate I'll only let you go if you have two men with you. Now, I must make that phone call...'

    * * *

    At the London end the receiver was lifted swiftly when Tweed had dialled the number. He instantly recognized the distinctive American voice that answered.
    'Who is this calling?' Dillon demanded.
    'Tweed. Monica said you wanted to talk to me urgently.'
    'Monica was dead right. Are you OK? I walked to Park Crescent... Say, where are you calling from?'
    'Public phone box ...'
    'Like me. I said I walked to Park Crescent - saw your building. A hole in the wall. Are you sure you're OK?'
    'I wasn't inside when it happened,' Tweed assured him. 'Neither was anyone else. They were warned in the nick of time. Why are you in London?'
    'Tweed, I'm on the run. In Washington I'd have ended up on a slab. This is a tough one. Certain people - a small army of professionals - are out to liquidate all of us. They're controlled from the very top. We haven't a hope.'
    'Cord, I need to know what it's all about. Up to now I'm in the dark. Shadow-boxing. Give me a lead, for God's sake. Where are you staying?'
    'At a crummy little London hotel which I've just left. I can see the entrance from this box. Keep moving is the name of the game. Survival. I called to warn you to do just that - if you want to go on living.'
    'Cord, I need data,' Tweed said grimly.
    'It's about a guy called Joel Dyson - some film he took, a tape recording he made. That's all I can tell you till we meet some day. If we're both still standing up. Get out of the country, Tweed. One thing I'll give you - the only other American you can trust is a Barton Ives, Special Agent, FBI. He knows it all. I'm on my way. Jesus! I don't even know where I might be safe.'
    'Cord.' Tweed spoke with great emphasis. 'Head for Switzerland. For Zurich. Stay at the Hotel Gotthard - same name as the pass south into Italy. It's a three-minute walk from the main railway station.'
    'I'll think about it...'
    'Don't. Just do it. I'll meet you there when I'm able to make the trip.'
    'You could be right. Jesus!' Dillon repeated. 'They are arriving at my hotel. I've left my bag inside a locker at one of the main terminals. Got to go now.'
    'Cord. . .'
    'One more thing, Tweed, then I'm moving. You ever meet a man called Norton, shoot him before he kills you . ..Norton. Got it...?'
    The connection was broken.

    8

    Ed, a small pock-marked American, dialled the new number for Norton as he stood inside a phone hood in Piccadilly Underground Station. Norton kept constantly on the move, never stayed at the same place for more than one night.
    'Who is it?' Norton's abrasive voice demanded.
    'It's Ed. I've been staring at wallpaper since we tracked Joel to London Airport.'
    'We? Bill tracked him to the Swissair flight he boarded for Zurich .. .'
    'Well, we're a team
    'You're a schmuck who takes orders from me. And we have more schmucks in Zurich. Guess what happens.'
    'No idea,' Ed replied cautiously.
    'You always were short of ideas. The people waiting at Zurich Airport lost Joel. Can you believe it?'
    'Yes, you just told me ...'
    'Don't get smart-ass with me. I had another team grouped by