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ame into his arc of vision； recognised the sleek white Jaguar； Eversham at the wheel； the blonde at his side； puzzled expressions； saying something to each other。 The gardener did not need to lip…read to know what they were saying。 'Now who the bloody hell's shut the garage up； and what's Doyle's van doing here at this time of day？'
Keith thought for a moment they were going to swerve and pull up in front of the porch。 Instead the car came straight on； eased up to within a foot of the garage shutter and stopped with the engine ticking over。 The occupants were talking again； obviously puzzled。
Keith switched his gaze from the car to the large flat rockery stone； the one on which the rattler had lain for the past seven hours。 The snake was not there any longer； there was just the lump of rough stone with creeping plants growing all around it。 It might never have been； this terrible day might have been just a sweltering； feverish nightmare。
He had to force himself back to reality； thrust away the role of spectator。 That Diamondback was cunning； it had slid off into the surrounding cover； was lying there waiting to strike； sensing easy prey。
The car door clicked smoothly open and Keith Doyle saw the powerful figure of Peter Eversham about to emerge。
Chapter 7
PETER EVERSHAM was a stone overweight but disguised it with his height。 Well built； the hallmark of the affluent； a slightly flushed plexion which he told everybody was due to his outdoor activities； certainly not blood pressure。 Sleek dark hair brushed straight back； a neatly clipped moustache； his suits hand…tailored out of a tweedish cloth to enforce his self…styled country squire role； and strengthen his claim to chairmanship of the Stainforth Parish Council。
He rented the grouse shooting on Stainforth Moor； fished for salmon in Scotland and played golf on Wednesdays and Sundays。 He was president of the Stainforth Country Club which was set in its own grounds two miles outside the village and had very little to do with Stainforth。
Eversham owned the Eversham Engineering pany Limited with its three subsidiary panies。 He had made his first million in 1979 and doubled that by 1982。 Whilst other businesses foundered； Eversham Engineering appeared to flourish during the recession。
Cynthia had insisted on acpanying him down to the sales conference in Sussex。 She had her reasons； her suspicions about those overnight stops of her husband's in Brighton。 But nothing untoward had occurred； even so Cynthia was not fully convinced。 Peter needed an eye kept on him； there were too many rumours； allegations； for her liking； and if they had not been founded on truth then almost certainly Peter Eversham would have sued somebody for slander。 He issued writs in the way that many people send greetings cards in the festive season。 Cynthia told herself that if Peter could have an extra…marital affair with herself behind his first wife's back then he was equally capable of deceiving her。
They had read about the escaped snakes in the morning paper before leaving Brighton。 On the way home they had listened to several bulletins on the car radio。
'Doubtless the media have blown it up out of all proportion。' Eversham was in the fast lane doing 95； watching his mirror in case a police car hove into view； they had experimented using helicopters to trap speeding motorists some time ago and he was on the alert for those also。 With two endorsements already on his licence he could not risk a third。 'The devil of it all will be the crowds of sightseers that will converge on Stainforth。 The bloody place will look like Butlin's on August Bank Holiday。'
'But there's no getting away from the fact that there are snakes on the loose around Stainforth。' Cynthia Eversham was tense； more so today than she usually was when sitting in the passenger seat alongside her husband。 'Couldn't we have stopped over in Brighton until next week？'
'Whilst the cat's away the mice will play；' he laughed。 'I don't like leaving my business interests in the care of other people longer than is absolutely necessary。'
You mean you're playing golf tomorrow； she smiled cynically to herself。 She was at last beginning to understand the man she had married。 Subtle； selfish； and above all ruthless。
They left the motorway； picked up a sign for Stainforth。 3 1/2 miles。 Cynthia's mouth was dry； there was a churning in her stomach that was not wholly due to carsickness。 If there was one thing that repelled her it was the thought of snakes。 Ugh！ She recalled that time when she was five and her parents had taken her to the zoo； she had not wanted to go into the reptile house but she'd had no choice。 Those snakes； they all looked the same； slimy and squirmy； and when one slithered up to the glass of the case she was staring into she had gone hysterical。 Adults didn't understand； her mother had grabbed her； slapped her and told her not to be so stupid。 Stupid？ Even now she sometimes had nightmares about those vipers； waking up in the middle of the night in cold fear； certain that there were cold slippery serpents wriggling about in the bed。
'Home； sweet home。' Peter slowed； had to take a wide sweep to negotiate their own drive entrance because a shabby old caravanette； hand…painted in a bilious orange colour； was parked on the verge by the stone pillars。 Several more vehicles were lining the village street。 'The sightseers have arrived； I see。 Hey； what's Doyle still doing here at this time？ He finishes at five。'
'Maybe he had a late start；' she replied uninterestedly。
'And the garage shutters are down。' He was annoyed because he wanted to drive straight into the garage。 'As I said； you can't leave other people unsupervised for long。'
The Jaguar rolled to a halt in front of the garage。 Eversham felt an urge to blast the horn； fetch that gardener on the run from whatever he was doing； ask him what the bloody hell was going on。 Instead； he eased open the driver's door； began to swing himself out。 And that was when he heard the banging on the inside of the garage door； the steel shutter vibrating。 Somebody was shouting。
'Mr Eversham； Mr Eversham； don 'I get out of your car。 There's a rattlesnake on the rockery！'
Peter Eversham froze； heard the words but their meaning did not sink in。 He recognised Keith Doyle's voice but what the blazes was the stupid bugger doing inside the garage with the shutter down？ And another thing 。 。 。
What the fucking hell was wrong with the car？ A noise as though the exhaust had suddenly e loose； was banging and rattling on the underside。 But it couldn't； the car was stationary。
'Peter！' Cynthia Eversham screamed； panicked； and grabbed her husband's arm； overbalanced him back into the seat。
'What the 。 。 。'
Even as he fell he saw the snake； a thing like a thick painted hosepipe darting out from beneath the Jag； its vicious strike missing him and pinging on the inside of the open door。 Cynthia was yelling； shrieking hysterically； and then the car door obeyed the laws of gravity； swung softly shut on the slight incline。 Clicked。
'Jesus God！'
'It was a snake； Peter。 It tried to 。 。 。'
'For Christ's sake； shut up；' he pushed her away； and in the same movement eased the handbrake off； felt the car begin to roll slowly backwards。 And as it did so the occupants heard something happening beneath them； that frantic rattling sound again； interspersed with lashing noises as if a horse whip was flaying mercilessly on the underside of the car。
Still rolling backwards。 Cynthia screamed； clutched at her seat； saw that vile light…coloured reptile with the black diamond markings thrashing frenziedly on the tarmac in front of them。 It wriggled； tried to leap； fell back； squirmed and convulsed； turned its repulsive head towards them； as if mouthing insane reptilian curses。 But something was wrong with it； even in her state of terror she saw its injury； the lower part of its body crushed and flattened like the hose that ti