4: Saturday: Goodbye, Jake!
THE mechanical bells in the Chinese clock on the mantelpiece struck four.
Callaghan woke up. He yawned at the ceiling, then reached out for the telephone.
'I'll be down in fifteen minutes, Effie,' he said. 'Get some tea ready.'
He got out of bed and stretched, went into the bathroom, took a shower and rubbed eau-de-Cologne into his hair. Then he dressed, took a short drink of neat whisky, lit a cigarette, indulged in a spell of coughing and went down to the office.
Effie Thompson came in from the outer room with a cup of tea.
'Findon's been round to the cab rank,' she said. 'He found the taxi-driver. The driver said that young Riverton stopped the cab at the Piccadilly end of Down Street. He walked up Down Street. The driver couldn't see where he went. Fin
