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Meg Hutson looked up at him. 'Oh,' she said, and her face went red.

'Maybe. But how did you know that?' asked Craig Winters.

Meg Hutson sat a table with a man. The man was about thirty, or maybe a year or two younger. He was tall, and brown from the sun. He wore a white shirt, white trousers, and white shoes. He said something to Meg, and she laughed. She looked very happy.

'Sometimes called Mr Hollywood? said Nick.

'This is Nick,' said Meg. 'He's a writer. Nick, this is Craig Winters.'

'Who is this, Meg?' asked the man.

Nick looked through the doors of the tea room in the Empress Hotel.

A waiter came up to Nick. 'Can I get you some tea?' he asked.

'No, thanks', said Nick. "I'm with the two people over there.' And he walked across to Meg's table.

'Hello, Mystery Girl,' said Nick. 'Remember me? We met at Whistler. Your name was Jan then. But maybe today it's Meg Hutson.'

'I guessed', said Nick. 'And I think I'm beginning to understand. Can I ask you a question, Mr Winters? Does somebody want to kill you?'

'The man with white hair pushed me in front of a car in Vancouver,' Nick told her. 'And he shot at me in Stanly Park.

'No!' Meg Hutson said. 'Daddy doesn't --'

'I think he's a detective,' said Meg. 'And I think he's working for my father. I saw him soon after I left Toronto. He followed me.' Meg put her hand on Craig Winters' arm.

'My father doesn't like Craig. A month ago, he told me not to see Craig again. I'm not happy, and he knows that. I think he guessed that I'm meeting Craig. And now he wants to find Craig and stop him seeing me.'

'What are you talking about?' asked Meg.

'I wanted him to follow you, and not me.'

'Why?' Nick asked again.

'Stop him?' said Nick. 'Or kill him?

'Why?' asked Nick.

Before I tell you, answer this question, please,' said Nick. 'You called me Mr Hollywood in Whistler. And you wanted the man at the next table, the man with white hair, to hear you. Is that right?'

Meg Hutson did not answer at first. Then she said quietly, 'Yes'.

Craig Winters' face went white. 'Kill me?'

'I don't know,' said Nick. He watched Winters. 'You're afraid of him. Why? Why does this man Vickers want to kill you, Winters?'

Nick looked at him. 'He's about sixty, and he's tall and thin,' he said.

Craig Winters suddenly looked ill. 'Did he -- did he follow you to Victoria? Did he follow you here?'

'Tell -- tell me about this man with white hair,' Winters said suddenly.

Nick and Craig Winters turned to look. At the door of the tea room stood the man with white hair. He looked up and down the room, and then he saw them, and began to walk across to their table. His hand was in his pocket.

The man's hand came out of his pocket -- with a gun. 'This is for Anna!' he shouted.

'Vickers,' said Nick.

Before Craig Winters could answer, Meg's face went white. 'Oh, no!' she said. 'Look! Look over there, by the door!'

'Do you know his name?' asked Winters.

'What!' said Meg.

For a second or two the three people at the table did not move. Then Craig Winters jumped to his feet. 'That's Mr Hollywood!' he screamed. 'That man there!' And he pointed at Nick.

Nick moved very fast. The tea table went over, and Nick was down on the floor in a second. The shot went over his head, and Meg screamed. At the same time Craig Winters shouted out and put a hand on his arm. There was blood on his white shirt. Then more people began to scream, and two waiters pulled the man with white hair down on to the floor.

'Get the police!' somebody shouted.