"Why not?" said Kiernan. "I might have." He watched her face darken. "If it hadn't been for you. You forget, my sweet, I'm not interested in any one else but you. But she was all ready with her story. I didn't arrive but you did. So you fell for it."
She asked: "Tony, what was she looking for? Surely this Quayle didn't think that the lists were here."
"Why not? He might have thought that. You've got to realise that Quayle is a very clever man. He usually knows what the other fellow is thinking, except in this case. Remember I worked for Quayle for years, and so"— he smiled sideways at her—"I also have made a habit of working out what the other man is thinking. That's the story as I see it. Antoinette Brown went back to Quayle and told him I was after those lists; that I was going to hand
