'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.'
'Stop him?' said Nick. 'Or kill him?'
'No!' Meg Hutson said. 'Daddy doesn't-'
'The man with white hair pushed me in front of a car in
Vancouver,'Nick told her. 'And he shot at me in Stanley
Park.'
'What!'said Meg.
'Tell - tell me about this man with white hair,' Winters
said suddenly.
Nick looked at him. 'He's about sixty, and he's tall and
thin,' he said.
'Do you know his name?' asked winters.
'Vickers,' said Nick.
Craig Winters suddenly looked ill. 'Did he - did he
follow you to Victoria? Did he follow you here?'
'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?'
Before Craig winters could answer, Meg's face went
white. 'Oh, no!' she said. 'Look! Look over there, by the
door!'
Nick and Craig'Winters turned to look. At the door of
the tea room stood the man with white hair. He looked up