Part 8 (1/2)

I needn't have bothered. I could see the faintly s.h.i.+mmering outline of the disappearing wake, no more. The searchlights were extinguished; when Captain Imrie decided a job was finished, then that job was finished. Predictably, the boat was in complete darkness with neither interior nor navigation lights showing.

I turned and swam slowly towards the reef. I reached a a rock and clung to it until a measure of strength returned to my aching muscles, to my exhausted body. I would not have believed that fifteen minutes could have taken so much out of a man. I stayed there for five minutes. I could have stayed there for an hour. But time was not on my side. I slipped into deep water again and made for the sh.o.r.e. rock and clung to it until a measure of strength returned to my aching muscles, to my exhausted body. I would not have believed that fifteen minutes could have taken so much out of a man. I stayed there for five minutes. I could have stayed there for an hour. But time was not on my side. I slipped into deep water again and made for the sh.o.r.e.

Three times I tried and three times I failed to pull myself up from the rubber dinghy over the gunwale of the Firecrest, Firecrest, Four feet, no more. Just four feet. A Matterhorn. A ten-year-old could have done it. But not Calvert. Calvert was an old, old man. Four feet, no more. Just four feet. A Matterhorn. A ten-year-old could have done it. But not Calvert. Calvert was an old, old man.

I called out for Hunslett, but Hunslett did not come. Three times I called, but he did not come. The Firecrest Firecrest was dark and still and lifeless. Where the h.e.l.l was he? Asleep? Ash.o.r.e? No, not ash.o.r.e, he'd promised to stay aboard in case word came through, at any time from Uncle Arthur. Asleep, then, asleep in his cabin. I felt the blind unreasoning anger rise. This was too much, after what I had been through this was too much. Asleep. I shouted at the top of my voice and hammered feebly on the steel hull with the b.u.t.t of my Luger. But he didn't come. was dark and still and lifeless. Where the h.e.l.l was he? Asleep? Ash.o.r.e? No, not ash.o.r.e, he'd promised to stay aboard in case word came through, at any time from Uncle Arthur. Asleep, then, asleep in his cabin. I felt the blind unreasoning anger rise. This was too much, after what I had been through this was too much. Asleep. I shouted at the top of my voice and hammered feebly on the steel hull with the b.u.t.t of my Luger. But he didn't come.

The fourth time I made it. It was touch and go, but I made it. For a few seconds, dinghy painter in hand, I teetered on my stomach on the edge of the gunwale then managed to drag myself aboard. I secured the painter and went in search of Hunslett. There were words I wished to have with Hunslett.

I never used them. He wasn't aboard. I searched the Firecrest Firecrest from forepeak to the after storage locker, but no Hunslett. No signs of a hasty departure, no remnants of a meal on the saloon table or unwashed dishes in the galley, no signs of any struggle, everything neat and in good order. from forepeak to the after storage locker, but no Hunslett. No signs of a hasty departure, no remnants of a meal on the saloon table or unwashed dishes in the galley, no signs of any struggle, everything neat and in good order.

Everything as it ought to have been. Except that there was no Hunslett.

For a minute or two I sat slumped in the saloon settee trying to figure out a reason for his absence, but only for a minute or two. I was in no condition to figure out anything. Wearily I made my way out to the upper deck and brought dinghy and outboard over the side. No fancy tricks about securing them to the anchor chain this time: apart from the fact that it was, the way I felt, physically impossible, the time for that was past, I deflated the dinghy and stowed it, along with the outboard, in the after locker. And if someone came aboard and started looking? If someone came aboard and started looking he'd get a bullet through him. I didn't care if he claimed to be a police superintendent or an a.s.sistant commissioner or the top customs official in the country, he'd get a bullet through him, in the arm or leg, say, and I'd listen to his explanations afterwards. If it was one of my friends, one of my friends from Nantesville Nantesville or the reef back there, he got it through the head. or the reef back there, he got it through the head.

I went below. I felt sick. The helicopter was at the bottom of the sea. The pilot was down there with it, half his chest shot away by machine-gun bullets. I'd every right to feel sick. I stripped off my clothes and towelled myself dry and the very action of towelling seemed to drain away what little strength was left to me. Sure I'd had a hard time in the last hour, all this running and slipping and stumbling through the dark woods, locating and blowing up the dinghy and dragging it over those d.a.m.ned seaweed covered boulders had taken it out of me, but I was supposed to be fit, it shouldn't have left me like this. I was sick, but the sickness was in .the heart and mind, not in the body.

I went into my cabin and laboriously dressed myself in fresh clothes, not forgetting the Paisley scarf. The rainbow coloured bruises that Quinn had kft on my neck had now swollen and spread to such an extent that I had to bring the scarf right up to the lobes of my ears to hide them. I looked in the mirror. It might have been my grandfather staring back at me. My grandfather on his deathbed. My face had that drawn and waxy look that one normally a.s.sociates with approaching dissolution. Not an all-over waxiness though, there was no blood on my face now but the pine needles had left their mark, I looked like someone with galloping impetigo. I felt like someone with galloping bubonic plague.

I checked that the Luger and the little Lilliput - I'd put them both back in their waterproof covering after leaving Dubh Sgeir - - were still in working order. They were. In the saloon I poured myself a stiff three fingers of whisky. It went down my throat like a ferret down a burrow after a rabbit, one moment there, the next vanished in the depths. The weary old red corpuscles hoisted themselves to their feet and started trudging around again. It seemed a reasonable a.s.sumption that if I encouraged them with some more of the same treatment they might even break into a slow gallop and I had just closed my hand around the bottle when I heard the sound of an approaching engine. I put the bottle back in the rack, switched out the saloon lights - although they would have been invisible from outside through the velvet curtains - and took up position behind the open saloon door. were still in working order. They were. In the saloon I poured myself a stiff three fingers of whisky. It went down my throat like a ferret down a burrow after a rabbit, one moment there, the next vanished in the depths. The weary old red corpuscles hoisted themselves to their feet and started trudging around again. It seemed a reasonable a.s.sumption that if I encouraged them with some more of the same treatment they might even break into a slow gallop and I had just closed my hand around the bottle when I heard the sound of an approaching engine. I put the bottle back in the rack, switched out the saloon lights - although they would have been invisible from outside through the velvet curtains - and took up position behind the open saloon door.

I was pretty sure the precautions were unnecessary, ten to one this was Hunslett coming back from sh.o.r.e, but why hadn't he taken the dinghy, still slung on the davits aft? Probably someone, for what Hunslett had regarded as an excellent reason, had persuaded him to go ash.o.r.e and was now bringing him back.

The motor-boat's engine slowed, went into neutral, astern, then neutral again. A slight b.u.mp, the murmur of voices, the sound of someone clambering aboard and then the engine opening up again.

The footfalls pa.s.sed over my head as the visitor - there was only one set of footfalls - made his way towards the wheelhouse door. The springy confident step of a man who knew what he was about. There was only one thing wrong with that springy confident step. It didn't belong to Hunslett. I flattened myself against the bulkhead, took out the Luger, slid off the safety catch and prepared to receive my visitor in what I had now come to regard as the best traditions of the Highlands.

I heard the click as the wheelhouse door opened, the louder click as it was shut by a firm hand. A pool of light from a flashlamp preceded the visitor down the four steps from the wheelhouse to the saloon. He paused at the foot of the steps and the light moved away as he made to locate the light-switch. I stepped round the door and did three things at once - I hooked an arm around his neck, brought up a far from gentle knee into the small of his back and ground the muzzle of the Luger into his right ear. Violent stuff, but not unnecessarily violent stuff, it might have been my old friendQuinn. The gasp of pain was enough to show that it wasn't.

”This isn't a hearing aid you feel, friend. It's a Luger pistol. You're one pound pressure from a better world. Don't make me nervous.” better world. Don't make me nervous.”

The better world seemed to have no appeal for him. He didn't make me nervous. He made an odd gurgling noise in his throat, he was trying either to speak or breathe, but he stood motionless, head and back arched. I eased the pressure a little.

”Put that light switch on with your left hand. Slowly. Carefully.”

He was very slow, very careful. The saloon flooded with light.

”Raise your hands above your head. As high as you can reach.”

He was a model prisoner, this one, he did exactly 33 he was told. I turned him round, propelled him into the centre of the room and told him to face me.

He was of medium height, nattily dressed in an astrakhan coat and a fur Cossack hat. He had a beautifully trimmed white beard and moustache, with a perfectly symmetrical black streak in the centre of the beard, the only one of its kind I had ever seen. The tanned face was red, either from anger or near-suffocation. From both, I decided. He lowered his hands without permission, sat on the settee, pulled out a monocle, screwed it into his right eye and stared at me with cold fury. I gave him look for look, stare for stare, pocketed the Luger, poured a whisky and handed it to Uncle Arthur. Rear-Admiral Sir Arthur Arnford-Jason, K.C.B. and all the rest of the alphabet.

”You should have knocked, sir,” I said reproachfully, ”I should have knocked.” His voice sounded half-strangled, maybe I had exerted more pressure than had been necessary. ”Do you always greet your guests this way?”

”I don't have guests, sir. I don't have friends, either. Not fn the Western Isles. All I have is enemies. Anyone who comes through that door is an enemy. I didn't expect to see you here, sir.”

”I hope not. In view of that performance, I hope not.” He rubbed his throat, drank some whisky and coughed. ”Didn't expect to be here myself. Do you know how much bullion was aboard the Nantesville Nantesville?”

”Close on a million, I understand.”

”That's what I understood. Eight millions! Think of it, eight million pounds' worth. All this gold that's being shovelled back from Europe into the vaults at Fort Knox usually goes in small lots, 108 lb. ingots at a time. For safety. For security. In case anything goes wrong. But the Bank knew that nothing could go wrong this time, they knew our agents were aboard, 'they were behind with their payments, so they cleverly loaded fourteen hundred and forty ingots without telling anyone. Eight million. The Bank is hopping mad. And everyone is taking it out on me.”

And he'd come up here to take it out on me. I said: ”You should have let me know. That you were coming.”

”I tried to. You failed to keep your noon-day schedule. The most elementary of crimes, Calvert, and the most serious. You failed to keep a schedule. You or Hunslett. Then I knew things were going from bad to worse. I knew I had to take over myself. So I came by plane and R.A.F. rescue launch.” That would have been the high-speed Jaunch I'd seen taking a bad battering in the Sound as we had headed down towards the cove. ”Where's Hunslett?”

”I don't know, sir.”

”You don't know?” He was using his quiet unemphatic tone, the one I didn't care for very much, ”You're out of your depth in this one, Calvert, aren't you?”

”Yes, sir. I'm afraid he's been removed by force. I'm not sure how. What have you been doing in the past two hours, sir?”

”Explain yourself.” I wished he'd stop s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g that d.a.m.ned monocle into his eye. It was no affectation, that monocle, he was nearly blind on that side, but h was an irritating mannerism. At that moment, anything would have irritated me.

”That R.A.F. launch that dropped you off here just now. It should have been here at least two hours ago. Why didn't you come aboard then?”

”I did. We almost ran the Firecrest Firecrest down in the darkness as we came round the headland. No one here. So I went and had some dinner. Nothing but baked beans aboard this d.a.m.ned boat as far as I could see.” down in the darkness as we came round the headland. No one here. So I went and had some dinner. Nothing but baked beans aboard this d.a.m.ned boat as far as I could see.”

”The Columbia hotel wouldn't offer you much more. Toast below the beans, if you were lucky.” The Columbia was Torbay's only hotel.

”I had smoked trout, filet mignon and an excellent bottleof hock. I dined aboard the Shangri-la.” Shangri-la.” This with the slight him of a smite. Uncle Arthur's Achilles' heel was showing again: Uncle Arthur loved a lord like n.o.body's business, and a knight with a seven-figure income was as good as a lord any day. This with the slight him of a smite. Uncle Arthur's Achilles' heel was showing again: Uncle Arthur loved a lord like n.o.body's business, and a knight with a seven-figure income was as good as a lord any day.

”The Shangri-la?” I Shangri-la?” I stared at him, then remembered. ”Of course. You told me. You know Lady Skouras well. No, you said you knew her very well and her husband well. How is my old Sir Anthony?” stared at him, then remembered. ”Of course. You told me. You know Lady Skouras well. No, you said you knew her very well and her husband well. How is my old Sir Anthony?”

”Very well,” he said coldly. Uncle Arthur had as much humour as the next man, but discussing t.i.tled millionaires in tones of levity was not humorous.

”And Lady Skouras?”

He hesitated. ”Well--”

”Not so well. Pale, drawn, unhappy, with dark smudges under her eyes. Not unlike myself. Her husband mistreats her and mistreats her badly. Mentally and physically. He humiliated her in front of a group of men last night. And she had rope burns on her arms. Why would she have rope burns on her arms, Sir Arthur?”

”Impossible. Quite fantastic. I knew the former Lady Skouras, the one who died this year in hospital. She------”

”She was undergoing treatment in a mental hospital. Skouras as good as told me.”

”No matter. She adored him. He adored her. A man can't change like that. Sir Anthony - Sir Anthony's a gentleman.”

”Is he? Tell me how he made his last millions. You saw Lady Skouras, didn't you?”

”I saw her,” he said slowly. ”She was late. She arrived with the filet mignon.” He didn't seem to find anything funny in that, ”She didn't look very well and she's a bruise on her right temple. She'd fallen climbing aboard from the tender and hit her head against a guardrail.”

”Hit her head against her husband's fist, more like. To get back to the first time you boarded the Firecrest Firecrest this evening. Did you search it?” this evening. Did you search it?”

”I searched it. All except the after cabin. It was locked, I a.s.sumed there was something in there you didn't want chance callers to see.”

”There was something in there that callers, not chance, didn't want you you to see,” I said slowly. ”Hunslett. Hunslett under guard. They were wafting for word of my death, then they'd have lulled Hunslett or kept him prisoner. If wordcame through that I hadn't been killed, then they'd have waited until my return and taken me prisoner too. Or killed us both. For by then they would have known that I knew too much to be allowed to live. It takes time, a long time, to open up a strong-room and get all those tons of gold out and they know their time is running out. They're desperate now. But they still think of everything.” to see,” I said slowly. ”Hunslett. Hunslett under guard. They were wafting for word of my death, then they'd have lulled Hunslett or kept him prisoner. If wordcame through that I hadn't been killed, then they'd have waited until my return and taken me prisoner too. Or killed us both. For by then they would have known that I knew too much to be allowed to live. It takes time, a long time, to open up a strong-room and get all those tons of gold out and they know their time is running out. They're desperate now. But they still think of everything.”