Part 43 (1/2)

'And then Bob Newman rams me up the rear in his four-wheel drive. You pulled that job pretty smartly.' 'What is it, Venacki?'

'You can call me Chuck. Tell Tweed to go to his room now. I do mean now.'

'Why?'

'He'll find out why very quickly. You're short of time.'

'Can you tell me why?'

'Make with the feet, Newman, for G.o.d's sake.'

Newman walked back into the restaurant. He sat down, pushed his dessert dish away. While he did this he leant close to Tweed.

'I suggest you go to your room immediately. It could be urgent.'

'I'll come with you, if that's all right,' Paula said. 'Yes, come with me'

'I'm going to my room,' Newman said. 'So you know where to get me.'

Tweed, with Paula by his side, strolled out of the restaurant. He looked across at Sharon, but she was so absorbed in working on her file she didn't notice them.

'That woman,' Paula remarked on their way up, 'has extraordinary powers of concentration.'

'A real brain-box,' he agreed.

They were inside his room, the door relocked, when she asked a question. Perched on the arm of a chair, she was wearing her outdoors outfit, complete with leggings and a strong pair of boots which would grip firmly on rough ground, 'I wonder who that man was, the one Bob went out to talk to? He seemed to know him.'

'Maybe an old contact from his days as an active journalist '

'You don't really believe that.'

'Frankly, at the moment I don't know what to believe.'

'And why, I wonder, was it so important that you came up here?'

'No idea. I just do what I'm told - when it's Bob who tells me.'

A minute or two later the phone rang. 'Maybe it was this. We'll soon know. Yes,' he said, 'who is it?'

'Ronstadt left a few minutes ago. With his bag. He checked out.'

'You'd sooner not give me a name?'

'Right on the b.u.t.ton. Good luck.'

Tweed put the phone down. He spoke as he went to a cupboard to fetch his packed bag.

'We're on our way. Whoever phoned had a smooth American voice. And I have to call the others.'

Paula was already on her way to the door, heading for her room. She stopped as Tweed's mobile started buzzing. He s.n.a.t.c.hed it out of his pocket.

'Yes. Who's calling?'

'Me.' Marler's voice. 'Activity here. Drive over. Tell Bob to park at the edge of the Munsterplatz. He knows where...'

'That was Marler,' Tweed said and Paula left the room.

Tweed picked up the phone after dumping his bag close to his feet. He called Newman and Keith Kent. His message was the same to both of them.

'Now! Meet you with your bag outside the hotel. On our way to the car. I've kept the bill up to date, so paying won't take a moment.'

38.

It seemed almost night as they drove away from the Colombi. In the white Audi they occupied the same positions as they had when driving from Basel. Newman was behind the wheel with Paula beside him, a map open on her lap. In the rear Tweed sat with Keith Kent. The traffic was light amid the gloom and soon Newman was approaching the Munsterplatz. He slowed down, dimmed his lights, stopped. Out of nowhere Marler appeared. He spoke quickly but concisely through Newman's lowered window.

'You got here just in time, I reckon. Ronstadt's black Audi has just left. Four men inside, including nice Jake, who's driving. The two Audis parked here also left, with seven men inside them. They're in front, with Ronstadt following. Bob, haven't you turned on the gizmo I bought in Geneva? The tracking device.'

No, I forgot. I've switched it on now.'

'How does it work?' Tweed asked, leaning forward. 'I hadn't even noticed it.'

Below the dashboard, Marler had earlier attached, with magnetic grips, a circular screen about six inches in diameter. Illuminated now, the glow showed it was divided by thin lines into the points of the compa.s.s. A round red light, about the size of a British five-pence piece, was moving very slowly in an easterly direction.

'That red light,' Marler explained, 'is Ronstadt. Earlier, Bob and I slipped back to where the Colombi parks cars. The signal-sending device was still on the roof of his car. It's about as big as one of those b.u.t.tons you see on camel-hair coats. The signal travels up to a satellite which instantly returns it to your receiver, which you're looking at. To mine also. Luckily the device is black, so it merges with the colour of Ronstadt's car. Got it?'

'Just a.s.sume we do,' pleaded Paula. 'No more technicalities.'

'He can't move all that fast,' Marler went on. 'Heard a forecast. There's been another heavy fall of now in the Black Forest. Before we move off I'm Father Christmas.' He hitched up a long canvas holdall, started handing weapons through the window.

'One machine-pistol with ammo.'

'I'll take that,' said Paula. 'I've practised with them a lot recently down at the mansion in Surrey.'

'Walther 7.65mm automatics with spare mags.'

'I'll take one of those,' said Tweed, his voice grim. 'I remarked earlier we must exterminate this vermin.' Keith Kent accepted a Walther as Marler went on producing more.

'Grenades, smoke bombs...'

'Some for me,' called out Paula.

She stuffed them carefully inside her shoulder bag. She had already loaded the machine-pistol, laying it at her feet, the muzzle pointed at the door. Marler emptied his holdall, then said: 'Tweed, do you agree I drive ahead, Bob follows? Then if there's an ambush, which I think there will be - remember one Audi left hours ago - I'll deal with it. Bob drives on to maintain contact with Ronstadt and his convoy. If they reach their base wait until I catch you up. Four men went ahead earlier, there are seven with Ronstadt, which makes eleven thugs. You'd be out-gunned.'

'You might have trouble finding us,' Newman warned.

'No, I won't. I'm attaching another gizmo to your roof. It will show a blue light on my screen so I'll find you. That is if all this lot works. Modern technology. Dicey business.'