Vallon said: "What you're saying is that Joe knew plenty about this Tony Perdreau; that he didn't like him; that he sent for him and told him that he'd either got to lay off you or he'd fix him. Would that be it?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "Possibly!"
There was a silence; then Vallon asked: "Anything else?" She said: "That's all."
He stubbed out his cigarette; deposited the end in the ashtray. He said: "All right. Where does one find Perdreau?"
"He's got a club— one of those expensive places— in Dorset— a couple of miles beyond West Stour off the main road."
"O.K.," said Vallon. "I'll try to find out what he was doing on the afternoon Joe died. I'll let you know."
He walked across to the door. "If you think of anything else, Dolores, let me know about it, won't you?"
She said: "O.
