"He"s locked the door. I heard him."
"Of course he has. He"s no fool. Not that it matters. He"s got to come out sooner or later. We"ll take him then."
"Good," Hector said.
His brother poured another whisky. "And don"t forget. I get the girl."
Devlin, Fox, Trent and Brodie drove up to Larwick from Dunhill in an old blue Ford van which the police sergeant had borrowed from a local garage. He parked it outside the general store in the village and went in while the others waited. He returned five minutes later and got behind the wheel of the Ford.
"Hector Mungo was in earlier for groceries. The old girl in there runs the saloon bar at the pub in the evenings. She says both of them are around, but no strangers, and they"d stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this."
Devlin looked out of one of the rear windows in the van doors. There was really only one street, a row of granite cottages, a pub, the store and the hills lifting steeply above. "I see what you mean."
Brodie started the engine and drove away, following a narrow road between grey stone walls. "The only road and the farm at the end of it." A few minutes later he said, "Right, this is about as far as we can go without being seen."
He pulled in under some trees and they all got out. "How far?" Trent asked.
"Less than a quarter of a mile. I"ll show you."
He led the way up through the trees at the side of the road, scrambling up through ferns and bracken and paused cautiously on the ridge line. "There you are."
The farm was below in the hollow a few hundred yards away. "Cannery Row," Devlin murmured.
"Yes, it does look a bit like that," Fox replied. "No sign of life."
"What"s more important, no sign of the jeep," Devlin said. "Maybe I was wrong after all."
At that moment, both the Mungo brothers came out of the kitchen door and crossed the yard. That"s them presumably."
Fox took a small pair of Zeiss fieldgla.s.ses from his pocket and focused them. "Nasty looking couple," he added, as they went into the barn.
A moment later Morag Finlay came into view.
Trent said excitedly, "It"s the girl. Has to be. Reefer coat, Tarn O"Shanter. Fits the description exactly."
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Devlin said softly. "I was right. Harry must be in the house."
Trent said, "How are we going to handle this?"
"You"ve both got personal radios?" Fox asked.
"Sure."
"Right, give me one of them. Devlin and I will go in from the rear of the farm. With any kind of luck, we"ll take them by surprise. You go back and wait in the van. The moment I give you the good word, you come up that road like an express train."
"Fine."
Trent and Brodie went back towards the road. Devlin took a Walther PPK from his pocket and c.o.c.ked it. Fox did the same.
The Irishman smiled. "Just remember one thing. Harry Cussane isn"t the kind of man to give any kind of a chance to."
"Don"t worry," Fox said grimly. "I shan"t." He started down the slope through the wet bracken and Devlin followed.
Morag came awake and lay staring up at the ceiling blankly, and then she remembered where she was and turned to look at Cussane beside her. He slept quietly, his breathing light, the face in repose, very calm. He still clutched the Stetchkin in his right hand. She gently eased her feet to the floor, stood up and stretched, then she walked to the window. As she looked out, Hector and Angus Mungo crossed the yard and went into the barn opposite. She opened the door and stood at the top of the stone stairs and was aware of some sort of engine starting up. She frowned, listening intently and then quickly went down the steps and crossed the yard.
In the bedroom, Cussane stirred, stretched, then opened his eyes, instantly awake as usual. He was aware of the girl"s absence at once, was on his feet in a second. Then he noticed the open door.
The barn was rilled with the sour-sweet smell of mash for the Mungos operated their still in there. Hector switched on the old petrol engine and pump that provided their power supply, then checked the vat.
"We need more sugar," he said.
Angus nodded. Til get some."
He opened a door that led into a hut built on the side of the barn. There were various supplies in there, all necessary ingredients of their illegal work, and several sacks of sugar. He was about to pick one up when through a broken plank, he saw Morag Finlay outside, peering in through a window at what was going on in the barn. He smiled delightedly, put down the sack and crept out.
Morag was not even aware of his approach. A hand was clamped over her mouth, stifling her cry and she was lifted in strong arms and carried, kicking and struggling, into the barn.
Hector turned from stirring the vat. "What"s this?"
"A little nosey-parker that needs teaching its manners," Angus said.
He put her down and she struck at him wildly. He slapped her back-handed and then again with enough force to send her sprawling on a pile of sacks.
He stood over her and started to unbuckle his belt. "Manners," he said. That"s what I"m going to teach you."
"Angus!" Harry Cussane called from just inside the door. "Are you a b.a.s.t.a.r.d by nature or do you really have to work at it?"
He stood there, hands negligently in the pockets of his raincoat, and Angus turned to face him. He bent down to pick up a shovel. "You little squirt, I"m going to split your skull."
"Something I picked up from the IRA," Cussane said. "A special punishment for special b.a.s.t.a.r.ds like you."
The Stechkin came out of his pocket, there was a dull thud and a bullet splintered Angus Mungo"s right kneecap. He screamed, fell back against the petrol motor and rolled over, clutching at his knee with both hands, blood pumping between his fingers. Hector Mungo gave a terrible cry of fear, turned and ran headlong for the side door, arms up in a futile gesture of protection. He burst through and disappeared.
Cussane ignored Angus and pulled Morag to her feet. Are you all right?"
She turned and looked down at Angus, rage and humiliation on her face. "No thanks to him."
He took her arm and they went out and crossed the yard to the kitchen door. As the girl opened it, Harry Fox called, "Hold it right there, Cussane!" and moved from behind the parked van.
Cussane recognized the voice instantly, sent the girl staggering through the door, turned and fired, all in one smooth motion. Fox fell back against the van, the gun jumping from his hand. In the same moment, Devlin came round the corner and fired twice. The first bullet ripped Cussane"s left sleeve, the second caught him in the shoulder, spinning him round. He went through the kitchen door headfirst, kicked it closed behind him, turned and rammed home the bolt.
"You"re hit!" Morag cried.
He shoved her ahead of him. "Never mind that! Let"s get out of here!" He pushed her up the stairs towards the bedroom. "You take the bag," he urged her, and ran across to the open door and peered out.
The van, with Fox and Devlin, was just round the corner. He put a finger to his lips, nodding to Morag, and went down the stone staircase quietly, the girl following. At the bottom, he led the way round to the back garden, ducked behind the wall and started along the track through the bracken that led to the head of Glendhu.
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