Catwoman ran and jumped across the rooftops to the Hedare factory. She was wearing her leather trousers and her long black gloves with the diamond claws. She wore two black belts across her stomach and the cat mask over her face and hair.

She saw Armando outside the factory. He was getting into a car. When the car drove away, Catwoman followed, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

The car stopped at a nightclub. Catwoman followed Armando inside.

The barman looked at Catwoman in surprise. 'What can I do for you?' he asked.

'I'd like a vodka and milk, without the vodka. No ice.'

As she drank the glass of milk, she saw Armando going to the dance floor. She finished her milk and followed him.

Two dancers in black leather were dancing with a whip. Catwoman took the whip from them. 'Excuse me,' she said as she began to dance, circling the whip around her.

She moved towards Armando and cracked the whip close to his nose. Then she put it around his neck and pulled him to the back door. Armando flew through the door and fell on his back in the street outside. Catwoman jumped onto his stomach. Armando tried to get his gun but Catwoman got it first and threw it away.

'You don't know me, do you?' she said. 'Well, I know you. You killed somebody a few nights ago. She was a good person. She was a friend of mine. Why did you do it?'

Armando didn't answer. He was frightened. Catwoman brought her diamond claws close to his face and moved them dangerously.

'I'm going to ask you one more time. Why did you kill that nice girl?'

'They told me to do it,' cried Armando. 'They told me to open the pipes. She heard too much.'

'What did she hear?' asked Patience.

'I don't know,' Armando said. 'Something about Beau-line perhaps. There's something wrong with Beau-line.'

'Of course. Now I understand,' said Patience. 'And Hedare isn't telling people?'

'That's right,' said Armando.

Catwoman got into the Hedare factory through a window in the roof. She went quickly to the room where she had heard the conversation about Beau-line. When she opened the door she saw computers on the floor and papers, broken glass and plastic everywhere. And a body. Dr Slavicky was lying on the floor. Patience could see that he was dead. Someone had shot him.

She heard the sound of police cars and looked behind her. An old man - a cleaner - was standing there. 'Please don't kill me too,' he said. Patience ran past him through the door and escaped.