Part 26 (2/2)
He waited for a reply. Nothing. The line was clear, safe.
'Leo, you have started sending down men in relays to watch the Three Kings Hotel?'
'Sure, boss. Got a man on duty now. Just about to drive down myself and take his place.'
'This is a smart mob we're watching. Would they spot the guy there now - or you?'
'No way. We're dressed as Swiss. We pretend to be waiting for a tram. There's a stop close to the hotel. Don't matter that we don't get aboard one. Looks like we're waiting for another one going to a different destination.'
'Sounds like you've got it tied up,' Ronstadt agreed reluctantly. 'Get on down there. You've all got mobiles.
You see any of them, report back to me instanter. I gave you a description of Paula Grey and Tweed. You have pics of Newman from the reference library back in London. Get off the line. Move! Move!'
24.
Paula boarded the tram for the station first, followed by Nield and Butler. Butler chose a seat by himself, as though they didn't know each other, and Nield followed suit. The tram was made up of three green cars, joined to each other. It was only about a quarter full.
Marler was the last to mount the steps. He was checking the other pa.s.sengers who had been waiting at the stop. They all seemed to be local Swiss, wearing heavy winter clothes. Ahead of him a moon-faced man made his way to the very back of the car. Marler decided to join Paula., 'What I can't understand,' she said as he settled beside her, 'is why Tweed thought it necessary to give the train details to you. I've got them.'
'He was being clever. When we get to the station you can buy tickets for yourself and Nield. I'll buy them for Butler and myself - in case any of the opposition are watching the Hauptbahnhof. Don't forget it's very close to the Euler.'
'Of course. I must be half asleep. I must get my wits about me.'
'You'll be all right if we run into a spot of trouble.' 'What's in that holdall on your shoulder?'
'A flask of coffee sticking out, oranges and other food. In case we have to picnic.'
'Heaven forbid. In this weather.'
Earlier Paula had stared straight ahead. Marler knew why - they had been pa.s.sing the scene of the ma.s.sacre of the Umbrella Men. The tram swayed round corners, climbing all the time. Basel, Paula remembered, sloped down from the station until it reached the Rhine.
They stopped briefly at Bankverein. Looking out of the window she saw the Zurcher Kredit Bank. Then they were moving on.
She glanced back once at the other pa.s.sengers. They all had a glazed look as they stared out. It must be even colder than they were used to, she thought. She looked again at Marler's canvas holdall.
'Is that all you've got inside there? Food and drink?'
'Well, he drawled, lowering his voice as she had done, 'there is the odd weapon at the bottom, including a.32 Browning so you won't feel naked.'
'We may have to pa.s.s through French Customs. Let's hope you make it.'
'Another reason for separate tickets. If I don't you'll get through - and so will Tweed and Newman.' 'We're nearly there. You do think of everything.' 'I try.'
At the rear of the car the moon-faced man had slipped his phone out of his coat pocket. Well away from any other pa.s.sengers, he whispered into it. He kept his message brief, then put his instrument away. It was Paula he had recognized - from the careful description Jake had given him.
'Who is it?' Ronstadt rapped out on his mobile.
'Leo Madison here...'
'How goes it, Moonhead?'
'I just said it was Leo here.'
'Heard you, Moonhead. Get to it. Any news from the Three Kings?'
'Paula Grey, Newman, Tweed and some other people are leaving the French station for some burg called St Ursanne. They change on to a local train at a place called Delemont. I bought myself a ticket-'
'Hold it. Where's this friggin' place, St Whatever?' 'Down in the Jura. To the south. French-speaking Switzerland.'
'Got it.' Ronstadt had looked at the map of Switzerland spread out on a table. 'Tear up your ticket.'
'Do what?'
'You heard. On a train - two trains - they'll spot you. Get a cab to the airport. We have a chopper there, as you know. I'm calling the pilot. He'll fly you - he can follow that train, see them change at Delemont. You've got that fancy disguise?'
'With me. The telescopic stick is down my belt, with the dark gla.s.ses.'
'Use them when you track them to where they're going. My guess is they're meeting someone. Whoever it is, wipe them out. Got it?'
'The train leaves in five minutes-'
'Moonhead, tear up your friggin' ticket. Get to the airport. Last time you called you said you're on the tram with them. They're smart. They'll spot you. Grab a cab. For the airport. Now! Now!'
'The name is Leo. Next time you call me Moonhead I'll head-b.u.t.t you in your face. On my way. Airport-'
'You talk to me like that again you won't have any head!'
Ronstadt slammed the phone down. Moonhead had disconnected: 'I am going to kill that guy,' he said to himself. Moonhead was the one member of his team he couldn't tame. Then he remembered it was Moonhead who had once shot a baby in the back of the head. Ronstadt shuddered, called the pilot at the airport.
There was Pa.s.sport Control before they pa.s.sed through on to the platform of the French station, but no one behind the Customs counter, which was a relief to Marler. Tweed and Newman arrived to join the others minutes before the train was due to depart. Paula had given them their tickets, then the three of them ran. Nield and Butler had boarded the last coach, which was empty when they entered it. Marler had followed them and was leaning out of the window when Paula and her two companions jumped on to the train.
'That was a near-run thing,' Paula commented as the train moved off.
'As Wellington said about Waterloo,' Tweed replied.
Marler had continued leaning out of the window until the train was clear of the platform. As he sat down Tweed asked him what he had been looking for.
'I memorized the faces of all the pa.s.sengers on the tram which brought us here. None of them has boarded this train.'
'So we've given them the slip,' said Paula.
We hope hope we've given them the slip,' Tweed corrected her. we've given them the slip,' Tweed corrected her.
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