Proof - By Dick Francis Page 0,83

day I got the Weights and Measures people round with their little measuring instruments following a strong complaint from a customer. And that damned man drank my Glenlivet, too, and still reported me.’

‘And I don’t suppose he’s been back,’ I said, smiling.

Td’ve strangled him.’

if it hadn’t been him, it would have been someone else.’

‘You don’t have to be so bloody right. Anyway, after that I asked a man I know who buys for a wine society to come out straight away and taste those splendid wines, and when he told me they were all the same I rang up that bloody Vernon and told him to collect what was left and repay me for the whole lot or I’d give his bloody ‘phone number to the police.’

‘And what happened?’ I asked, fascinated.

‘The same man who delivered them came back with my cash and took his wines away, what wasn’t already drunk. He said he wasn’t Vernon, just a friend of his, but I’ll bet it was Vernon himself. He said Vernon hoped I’d keep my word about the ‘phone number because if not something very nasty would happen to me.’ She grinned, superbly unconcerned. ‘I told him if Vernon tried anything with me, I’d eat him.’

I laughed. ‘And that was that?’

‘That was bloody that. Until you came round yesterday snooping.’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘Do you still have the ‘phone number?’

Her brilliant eyes shone yellowly. ‘Yes, I do. How much is it worth to you? A case of Krug? Case of Pol Roger? Dom Perignon?’

I reflected. ‘Case of Bell’s?’ I suggested.

‘Done.’ She picked a piece of paper without ceremony out of her handbag and gave it to me.

If you carry it,’ I said.

She glanced at the sling I still wore. ‘Hurt your arm?’

‘Shotgun pellets… I wouldn’t tell anyone, if I were you, that you’d been here to see me. I got shot at because of that wine. Vernon might not be pleased to know you’d given me his ‘phone number.’

Her eyes opened wide and the mockery for once died right out of her face.

I came here,’ she said flatly, ‘because of the head waiter at the Silver Moondance. Murder’s going too far. But you didn’t say…’

I shook my head, i’m sorry. There seemed no need. I had no idea you would come here. And I’m sure you’ll be O.K. if you just keep quiet. After all, others must have Vernon’s number. Your neighbour, for one.’

‘Yes.’ She thought it over. ‘You’re damn right.’ Her face lightened back into its accustomed lines. ‘Any time you’re passing, my little wine merchant, call in for dinner.’

She came with me into the storeroom to collect her trophy which she bore easily away under her arm, diving out into the drizzle with the teeth and eyes gleaming against the grey sky.

Gerard said, ‘That’s great,’ and promised to ring back as soon as his firm had traced the number.

‘It’s somewhere near Oxford,’ I said.

‘Yes,’ he agreed. ‘Oxford code.’

His voice for all his enthusiasm sounded tired and when I asked after his shoulder he merely grunted without comment, which I took to mean no good news.

‘I’ll call you back,’ he said, and within half an hour did so, but not to say he had located Vernon’s number,

‘Thought you’d like to know… the office has checked with the Doncaster auctioneers. Ramekin was bought for actual cash. Banknotes. They’ve no record of who bought it. The office did a quick check also on transporters and sure enough, as you said, Ramekin was in their books. He was shipped to California to a well-known bloodstock agent. The agent is away travelling in Japan and no one in his office will release information in his absence. He’s expected home next Thursday night. Ramekin’s shipment costs were paid in cash by a Mr A. L. Trent, who has sent several other horses to California via the same shipper to the same agent. So there we are. The laundered cash is in California, either banked or still on the hoof.’

‘Banked, I’d bet a million.’

‘Yes, I’d think so. But a dead end until Friday.’

‘Pity.’

‘We’re making progress,’ he said. ‘And you might also like to know about the tanker keys.’

‘What about them?’

‘I talked to Kenneth Charter. He says there’s nothing exceptional about the keys to the cab or the ignition keys but he has special keys for the valves into the segments in his tankers. Part of his security arrangements. There are nine separate segments in those big tankers. He says it’s so the tanker can carry several