“No.”
“If you felt your life was in danger, why did you not fire your weapon?”
“Carpenter was quicker than we were, and it was obvious that further firing was unnecessary. Mademoiselle du Bois had been shot in the head.”
“Do you feel that Carpenter was justified in shooting Mademoiselle du Bois?” the man asked.
Stone hesitated only a moment. “Yes,” he lied.
“Have you anything to add to this statement?” the man asked.
Stone looked down at the table for a moment, then at the man again. “No,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr. Barrington,” the man said, “that will be all. We are grateful for your testimony.”
Before Stone knew it, he was back in the alley, in the car. Fifteen minutes later, he was back at the Connaught. As he walked into the room, the phone was ringing. He picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Thank you,” Carpenter said.
“Did you get the job?”
“I’ve been acting in the job since returning to London,” she said. “This morning’s proceeding was part of an investigation to determine whether I shall keep it.”
“I lied,” Stone said. “You didn’t have to kill her.”
“Yes, I did,” Carpenter replied. “But thank you. I hope I’ll see you again before long.”
“Good luck.”
“Thank you. Goodbye.” She hung up.
Stone was back at home in Turtle Bay by late afternoon, New York time.
Holly greeted him warmly. “That was quick,” she said. “What was it about?”
“I have a feeling I’m not supposed to tell you,” he said. “You want to go to Elaine’s for dinner?”
“Dino called and suggested we meet there; so did Lance. I said yes to both of them.”
20
LANCE’S CADILLAC WITH the diplomatic plates was double-parked outside Elaine’s, and the man with the briefcase with a hole in it was back in his old spot by the awning. Lance got out of the car almost as soon as Stone and Holly got out of the cab. They all shook hands, and, as they entered the restaurant, Lance whispered something to Holly.
Before they could sit down at their table, Holly said, “Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room.”
Stone and Lance sat down. “Did you send her to the powder room?” Stone asked.
“Yes. How’d it go in London this morning?”
“You mean you don’t already know?”
“I’d like to hear it from you.”
“I lied for her. You knew I would, didn’t you?”
“You might recall that not only did I not ask you to lie, I didn’t even tell you why you were going. Should anyone in an official position ever inquire about the hearing, you might remember to mention that.”