The picture faded, to be replaced by that of a world renowned golfer, his club in full swing. Mainwaring sat perfectly still, his face betraying no emotion as the monologue continued.
‘Damn good shot,’ he said, switching off. He sliced the end of a Havana cigar.
*
Dixie hacked the knife through the bonds on Marty’s legs and arms with the same venom with which she might have been severing Pelops’s limbs.
‘God, Marty,’ she said, her eyes brimming with tears, ‘We thought you were a goner. What the hell’s happened here? Where is Pelops — what’s he done with the Thompson girl?’
Marty rose slowly, and stretched. He enjoyed that stretch like he never had enjoyed a stretch before. ‘Give me a minute,’ he said, looking out of the cabin door, half expecting to see Pelops standing there leering a
