Part 6 (1/2)

But it was exciting. And it was that sense of excitement that carried me through to Christmas. The airfield hardened to iron as the cold gripped it. The runways gleamed white with frost in the suns.h.i.+ne on fine days. But mostly it was grey and cold with the ploughed-up earth black and ringing hard and metallic like solidified lava. There was no heating in the hangar. It had the chill dank smell of a tomb. Only the work kept us warm as we lathered ourselves daily into a sweat of exhaustion.

Saeton was working for engine completion on 20th December, installation by 23rd December and first test on Christmas Day. It was a tight schedule, but he wanted a clear week for tests. But though we worked far on into the night, we were behind schedule all the time and it was not until Christmas Eve that we completed that second engine. December and first test on Christmas Day. It was a tight schedule, but he wanted a clear week for tests. But though we worked far on into the night, we were behind schedule all the time and it was not until Christmas Eve that we completed that second engine.

The final adjustments were made at eight-thirty in the evening. We were dead beat and we stood in front of the gleaming ma.s.s of metal in a sort of daze. None of us said a word. We just stood back and looked at it. I produced a packet of cigarettes and tossed one to Saeton. He lit it and drew the smoke into his lungs as though smoke alone could ease the tension of his nerves. 'All right, fill her up with oil, Tubby, and switch on the juice. I'll get Diana. She'd like to be in on this.' He went over to the phone and rang the quarters. I helped fill up with oil. We checked that there was petrol in the wall tank, tightened the unit of the petrol feed and switched on.

There was a tense silence as we waited for Diana. Five weeks' work stood before us and a touch of the starter b.u.t.ton would tell us whether we'd made a job of it. It wasn't like an engine coming out of a works. There everything moves with an inevitable progression from the foundry and the lathes and the electrical shop to the a.s.sembly and the final running in. This was different. Everything had been made by hand. One tiny slip in any of the precision work ... I thought of how tired we were. It seemed incredible that everything would work smoothly.

A knock on the door of the hangar sounded incredibly loud in the silence. Tubby went to the door and let his wife in. 'Well, there it is, Diana,' Saeton said, pointing to the thing. His voice trembled slightly. 'Thought you'd like to see what your cooking has given birth to.' Our laughter was uneasy, forced. 'Okay, Tubby. Let her go.' He turned away with a quick nervous twist of his shoulders and walked down to the far end of the bench. He wasn't going to touch that starter switch himself. He wasn't even going to watch. He stood with his back towards us, puffing at his cigarette, his hands playing aimlessly with the pieces of metal lying on the bench.

Tubby watched him, hesitating.

'Go on - start it.' Saeton's voice was a rasp.

Tubby glanced at me, swallowed nervously and crossed to the starter motor which was already connected up. He pressed the switch. It groaned, overloaded with the stiffness of the metal. The groaning sound went on and on. He switched off and went over to the engine, his practised eye running over it, checking. Then he went back to the starter motor. The groaning sound was faster now, moving to a hum. There was a sharp explosion. The engine rocked. The hum of the starter took over again and then suddenly the stillness of the hangar was shattered by a roar as the motor picked up. The whole building seemed to shake. Tubby switched off, hurried to the engine and adjusted the controls. When he started it again, the roar settled to a steady, glorious hum of power, smooth and even like the dynamos of a power station.

Saeton ground out his cigarette and came back along the bench. His face was s.h.i.+ning with sweat. 'She's okay,' he shouted above the din. It was part statement, part question. Tubby looked up from the controls and his fat, friendly face was creased in a happy grin and he nodded. 'Carburation wants a bit of adjustment and the timing on that'

'To h.e.l.l with the adjustments,' Saeton shouted. 'We'll do those tomorrow. All I care about at the moment is that she goes. Now switch the d.a.m.ned thing off and let's go and have a drink. My G.o.d, we've earned it.'

The roar died away as Tubby cut off the juice. The hangar was suddenly still again. But there was no tension in the stillness now. We were all grinning and slapping each other on the back. Tubby caught hold of his wife and hugged her. She had caught our mood of relief. Her eyes were s.h.i.+ning and she just didn't seem able to contain her excitement. 'Anybody else like a kiss?' I was nearest to her and she reached up and touched her lips to mine. Then she turned and caught hold of Saeton. She pressed her lips to his, her hands tightening on his overalls. He caught hold of her shoulders and pushed her away almost roughly. 'Come on. Let's get a drink.' His voice was hoa.r.s.e.

Saeton had kept a bottle of whisky for this moment. 'Here's to the airlift!' he said.

'To the airlift!' we echoed.

We drank it neat, talking excitedly of how we'd manage the installation, what the first test flight would show, how the plane would behave on two engines. Saeton planned to use the outboard engines for take-off only. With the extra power developed by the Satan Mark II all flying would be done on the two engines. We bridged in our excitement all the immediate problems and talked instead of how we should develop the company, what planes we should buy, what routes we should operate, whose works we should take over for ma.s.s production. In a flash the bottle was empty. Saeton wrung the last drop out of it and smashed it on the concrete floor. 'That's the best bottle of Scotch I've ever had and I won't have it lying on any d.a.m.ned rubbish heap,' he shouted. His eyes were dilated with the drink and his own excitement.

Our gla.s.ses suddenly empty, we stood around looking at them in silence. It seemed a pity to end the evening like this. Saeton apparently felt the same. 'Look, Tubby,' he said. 'Suppose you nip on the old bike and run down into Ramsbury. Bring back a couple of bottles. Doesn't matter what it costs.' He glanced at me. 'Okay, Neil? It's your money.' And as I nodded, he clapped my arm. 'You won't regret having backed us. If you live to be as old as Methuselah you'll never make a better investment than this. More Scotch, Tubby!' He waved his arm expansively. 'Get on your charger, boy, and ride like h.e.l.l. This b.l.o.o.d.y dump is out of Scotch. Come on. We'll hold your stirrups for you and we'll be out to cheer you as you ride back, bottles clanking in your saddle-bags.'

We were all laughing and shouting as we trooped out to the store-room where the bike was housed. Tubby roared off, his face beaming, his hand whacking at the rear of the bike as he flogged through the gears.

His tail-light disappeared through the trees and we fell suddenly silent. Saeton pa.s.sed his hand across his eyes. 'Let's go in,' he said moodily and I saw that the nerves at the corners of his eyes were twitching. He was near to breaking point. We all were. A good drink would do us good and I suddenly thought of Else. 'What about making it a party?' I said. 'I'll go down and see the Ellwoods.' I knew they wouldn't come, but I thought Else might. Saeton tried to stop me, but I was already hurrying down the track and I ignored him.

A light was on over the front door of the farm. It looked friendly and welcoming.

Mrs Ellwood answered my ring. 'It's you, Mr Fraser.' She sounded surprised. 'We thought you must have left.'

'We've been very busy,' I murmured.

'Come in, won't you?'

'No, thank you. I just came down to say we're having a party. I wondered if you and Colonel Ellwood could come up for a drink. And Else,' I added.

Her eyes twinkled. 'It's Else you're wanting, isn't it? What a pity! We've been expecting you all this time and now you come tonight. Else has had to go to London. Something about her pa.s.sage. She's going back to Germany, you know.'

'To Germany?'

'Yes. Oh, dear, it's all very sudden. And what we shall do without her I don't know. She's been such a help.'

'When is she going?' I asked.

'In a few days' time, I imagine. It was all very unexpected. Just after that dance. She got a letter to say her brother was very ill. And now there is some trouble about her papers. Do come and see her before she goes.'

'Yes,' I murmured. 'Yes, I'll come down one evening.' I backed away trying to remember if Else had said she had a second brother. 'Goodnight, Mrs Ellwood. Sorry you won't join us.' I heard the door close as I started back down the drive. h.e.l.l! The evening suddenly seemed flat. A feeling of violent anger swept through me. d.a.m.n the girl. Why for G.o.d's sake, couldn't she be home this evening of all evenings?

I took a short cut through the woods. I was just in sight of the quarters when I heard the snap of a twig behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the figure of a man emerging out of the darkness. 'Who's that?' he asked. The voice was Tubby's.

'Neil,' I said. 'Did you get the Scotch?'

For an answer I heard the clank of bottle against bottle. 'b.l.o.o.d.y bike ran out of petrol just up the road.' His voice was thick. He'd either had several at the pub or he'd opened one of the bottles. 'What are you doing, looking for fairies?'

'I've just been down to the farm,' I said.

'Else, eh?' He laughed and slipped his arm through mine.

We went on in silence. A lighted widow showed through the trees like a homing beacon. We came out of the woods and there was the interior of the dining-room. Saeton and Diana were there, standing very close together, a bottle on the table and drinks in their hands. 'I wonder where they got that?' Tubby murmured. 'Come on. We'll give them a surprise.'

We had almost reached the window when Diana moved. She put down her drink and moved closer to Saeton. Her hand touched his. She was talking. I could hear the murmur of her voice through the gla.s.s of the window. Tubby had stopped. Saeton took his hand away and turned towards the door. She caught hold of him, swinging him round, her head thrown back, laughing at him. The tinkle of her laughter came out to us in the cold of the night air.

Tubby moved forward. He was like a man in a dream, compelled to go to the window as though drawn there by some magnetic influence. Saeton was standing quite still, looking down at Diana, his hard, leathery face unsoftened, a muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth. Standing there in the darkness facing that lighted window it was like watching a puppet show. 'All right. If you want it that way.' Saeton's voice was harsh. It came to us m.u.f.fled, but clear. He knocked back his drink, set down the gla.s.s and seized hold of her by the arms. She lay back in his grip, her hair hanging loose, her face turned up to him in complete abandon.

Saeton hesitated. There was a bitter set about his mouth. Then he drew her to him. Her arms closed around his neck. Her pa.s.sion was to me something frightening. I was so conscious all the time of Tubby standing there beside me. It was like watching a scene from a play, feeling it through the senses of a character who had yet to come on. Saeton was fumbling at her dress, his face flushed with drink and quite violent. Then suddenly he stiffened. His hands came away from her. 'That's enough, Diana,' he said. 'Get me another drink.'

'No, Bill. It's me you want, not drink. You know you do. Why don't you'

But he took hold of her hands and tore them from his neck. 'I said get me another drink.'

'Oh G.o.d! Don't you understand, darling?' Her hand touched his face, stroking it, smoothing out the deep-etched lines on either side of the mouth. 'You want me. You know you do.'

Tubby didn't move. And I stood there, transfixed by his immobility.

Saeton's hands slowly reached out for Diana, closed on her and then gripped hold of her and hurled her from him. She hit the edge of the table and clutched at it. He took two steps forward, standing over her, his head thrust slightly forward. 'You little fool!' he said. 'Can't you understand you mean nothing to me. Nothing, do you hear? You're trying to come between me and something that is bigger than both of us. Well, I'm not going to have everything wrecked.'

'Go on,' she cried. 'I know I don't rate as high as that b.l.o.o.d.y engine of yours. But you can't go to bed with an engine. And you can with me. Why don't you forget it for the moment? You know you want me. You know your whole body's crying out for'

'Shut up!'

But she couldn't shut up. She was laughing at him, goading him. 'You never were cut out for a monk. You lie awake at nights thinking about me. Don't you? And I lie awake thinking about you. Oh, Bill, why don't you'

'Shut up!' His voice shook with violence and the veins were standing out on his forehead, hard and knotted.

Her voice dropped to a low murmur of invitation. I could no longer hear the words. But the sense was there in her face, in the way she looked at him. His hands came slowly out, searching for her. Then suddenly he straightened up. His hand opened out and he slapped her across the face - twice, once on each cheek. 'I said - shut up! Now get out of here.'

She had staggered back, her hand to her mouth, her face white. She looked as though she were going to cry. Saeton reached out for the bottle. 'If you'd had any sense you'd have given me that drink.' His voice was no longer hard. 'Next time, pick somebody your own size.' He tucked the bottle under his arm and turned to go. But he hesitated at the door, looking back at her. I think he was going to say something conciliatory. But when he saw the blazing fury in her eyes, his face suddenly hardened again. 'If you start any trouble between me and Tubby,' he said slowly, 'I'll break your neck. Do you understand?' He wrenched open the door and disappeared.

A moment later the outer door of the quarters opened and we were spotlighted in the sudden shaft of light. Saeton stopped. 'How long have you two been' He slammed the door. 'I hope you enjoyed your rubbernecking. I'm going over to the hangar.' His footsteps rang on the iron-hard earth as his figure merged into the darkness of the woods.