BOOK 4

He's not such a conventional dreamboat, Amy thought, but he's good to look at and much, much stronger.

Especially now, when Robert was giving that phoney laugh at the mention of the police. Remembering how contemptuously he had always spoken of her drama lessons, Amy reflected as so often how much he could have learnt from just one of them. He really was a lousy actor.

Tolice? I don't think so,' he said. 'Anyway, who the hell are you?'

He strode into the circle of chairs round the fireplace, turned his back on the empty grate, and belligerently straddled the hearthrug facing the couch. With his hands half-clenched at his side he loomed over the seated Paul as if he might any minute pull him up and knock him down.

'What makes you think,' he demanded, 'that you can come into my house and threaten my . . . my wife like this?'

'I'm one of the Clarks,' Paul responded, coolly stating his interest.

Robert's mouth set in a mulish line. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Oh, come on .