"Welcome, Peter, my friend, welcome. And Colonel van de Graaf. My word, this is indeed an honour." He pumped the Colonel"s hand as if he were a twin brother he hadn"t seen for twenty years.
De Graaf smiled. "You know me then?"
"If there is anyone in the city who doesn"t recognize our Commissioner of Police he must either be blind or never read newspapers or magazines. Peter, as of this moment, my reputation is made." He looked at de Graaf and dropped his voice. "Provided, of course that this is not an official visit."
"Purely unofficial," de Graaf said. "Regard me as the Lieutenant"s guest."
"It is my pleasure to celebrate this auspicious occasion," George said. "Borreltje, jonge jenever, whisky, beer, wine - La Caracha has an excellent wine cellar. No better in Amsterdam. But I recommend my bessenjenever, gentlemen. Ice just beginning to form on the top." He touched his lips. "Incomparable."
So it proved, and in the quant.i.ties that George supplied it the bessenjenever - red-currant gin - was as formidable as it was incomparable. George remained with them for a few minutes, discoursing freely on a variety of subjects but mainly and inevitably about the d.y.k.e breach that had brought back into existence the long-vanished Haarlem lake.
"No need to look for the perpetrators of this crime among the professional criminals of the Netherlands." George sounded very positive. "I use the word "professional" because one would have to exclude the pitifully amateurish criminals among the Krakers, hot-headed madmen capable of any atrocity, no matter how many innocents suffer, in the name of their crazy and woolly ideals, totally amoral lunatics, mindless idiots who love destruction for destruction"s sake. But they are not Dutchmen, though they may have been born in this country: they"re just members of a terminally sick sub-culture that you"ll find in many other countries.
"But I don"t think they"re responsible for the Schiphol flooding. However much one may deplore the action of the saboteurs one has to admire the clear-headed intelligence that lies behind it. n.o.body with a clear-headed intelligence would ever dream of a.s.sociating with the r.e.t.a.r.ded morons who make up the Krakers, though that"s not to say the Krakers couldn"t be employed in some subordinate capacity where they wouldn"t be allowed to know enough to do any damage. But no Dutchman, however criminally minded, would or could have been responsible. Every Dutchman is born with the belief, the certain knowledge, that our d.y.k.es are inviolable: it is an act of faith. I am not - what is the word, gentlemen? - I am not xenophobic, but this is a foreign-inspired ideaing carried out by foreigners. And it"s only the beginning. There will be further atrocities. Wait and sec."
"We won"t have to wait long," de Graaf said. "They"re going to breach the Texel sea d.y.k.e at four-thirty this afternoon."
George nodded, as if the news had come as no surprise to him. "So soon, so soon. And then the next d.y.k.e, and then the next, and the next. When the blackmail demands come, as come they must, for nothing other than blackmail can lie behind this, they will be horrendous." He glanced towards his bar where a group of men were making urgent signals that they were dying of thirst. "You will excuse me, gentlemen." "An extraordinary fellow," de Graaf said. "He would have made a splendid politician - he could hardly be accused of being at a loss for words. Strange type to be a criminal alleged to be a.s.sociated with violence - he"s an intelligent and clearly well educated man. So, on the other hand, were a number of famous - notorious, rather - and highly successful criminals in the past. But I find him especially intriguing. He seems well into the criminal mind but at the same time he thinks and speaks like a cop. And he got on to the possibility that those criminals might come from another country in a fraction of the time that it took us to arrive at the possibility - and, unlike us, he had nothing to help or guide him towards that conclusion. Maybe you and I are fractionally less clever than we like to think we are."
"Maybe you should hire George, on an ad hoc basis, substantive rank of sergeant, as a d.y.k.e-breach investigator. Rather a fine t.i.tle, don"t you think?"
"The t.i.tle is fine, the idea is not. Set a thief to catch a thief - the idea never did work. Do not jest with your superior in his hour of need. Speaking of need, when do we eat?"
"Let"s ask." George had returned with fresh supplies of besssenjenever. "We"d like lunch, George."
"The Colonel will eat here? La Caracha is doubly honoured. This table will do?"
"I"m expecting Vasco and Annemarie."
"Of course. "George picked up the drinks tray and led the way up four steps into a dining room, bright, cheerful and so small that it held only two tables. George produced a menu. "Everything is excellent. The Rodekool met Rolpens is superb."
"Shall we have the superb, Peter?" de Graaf said.
"Fine. And, George, as our chief of police is with us, I think the expense account could stand a bottle of reasonable wine."
"Reasonable? Do I believe my ears? A superb wine to go with a superb dish and strictly on La Caracha. A Chateau Latour, perhaps? I have said that there is no better cellar than mine in the city. Equally beyond dispute is the fact that I have far the best Bordeaux cellar." George handed them their aperitifs. "Sharpen your appet.i.tes, gentlemen. Annelise, I promise, will excel herself."
When George left de Graaf said: "Who"s Annelise?"
"His wife. Less than half his size. He"s terrified of her. A wonderful cook."
"She is aware of his, what shall we say, extracurricular activities?" "She knows nothing."
"You mentioned a Vasco and an Annemarie. Those, I a.s.sume, are your informants. George seems to know about them."
"He knows them pretty well. They"re friends."
"Does he also know that they"re working under-cover for you?" Van Effen nodded and de Graaf frowned. "Is this wise? Is it politic? Is it, dammit, even professional?"
"I trust George."
"Maybe you do. I don"t have to. To say you have the best Bordeaux cellar in Amsterdam is to make a pretty large claim. That would cost money, a great deal of money. Is he into the highjacking and smuggling rackets too or does he earn enough from his extra-curricular activities to buy honestly on the open market?" "Look, sir, I never said George was a rogue, thief, crook, gangster or whatever. I was only quoting the neighbourhood opinion of him. I wanted you to make up your own mind about him. I do think you already have, only you still have reservations owing to the fact that you have a nasty, devious, suspicious mind which is why, I suppose, you"re the city"s Chief of Police. Annelise knows nothing about George"s extra-curricular activities, as you call them, because there are none. George has never earned an illegal guilder in his life. He"s totally straight and if every man in Amsterdam were as honest as he is you"d join the unemployed by nightfall. I was certain you"d caught on to this when you said he thought and spoke like a cop. He is - or was - a cop, and a d.a.m.ned good one, a sergeant in line for his inspectorate when he decided to retire last year. Phone the Chief of Police in Groningen and find out who he"d give a bag of gold for to have back on his staff."
"I am staggered," de Graaf said. He didn"t look staggered, he just sat placidly puffing his cheroot and sipping his bessenjenever as if van Effen had been discussing the weather or crops. "Different. Yes, different." He didn"t say what was different. "Might have given me some kind of warning, though."
"Thought you"d guess, sir. He"s got cop written all over him. At least he had until he grew his moustache after retirement." "Any specialities?"
"Drugs and counter-terrorism. I should have said drugs then counter-terrorism."
"Drugs? The only drug in the province of Groningen comes out of a gin bottle. Here"s the place for him. Or, if I take you rightly, was. Why was he taken off. Who took him off?"
"n.o.body. Nature took him off. To be a successful drugs cop you have to be able to merge un.o.btrusively into your background. You"ve seen him. He wasn"t built to merge into anything."
"What"s more, they"ve never even seen a terrorist up north." "They"re not all that thick on the ground down here either, sir. Maybe that"s why George resigned - no challenge, nothing left for him to do."
"A waste. An intelligence like that devoting its life to serving up superfluous calories to already overweight Amsterdamers. Could be useful. Maybe there"s something to your idea of ad hoc recruitment. In an emergency, could always have him co-opted."
"Yes, sir. I thought that to co-opt anyone you required a committee, a quorum."
"There"s only one committee and quorum in the Amsterdam police force and I"m it. If you think he could be of help, just ask me. In fact, don"t bother to ask me. I"m hungry."
"Ah, yes. George normally serves up hors d"oeuvre. Maybe he thought there was no urgency." He surveyed de Graaf"s ample frame. "Superfluous calories. However. . ."He rose, opened a wooden cupboard door to reveal a refrigerator, opened this and said: "Half a smoked salmon. Smoked trout. Mountain Ham. Gouda, Edam, and a few other odds and ends." "There are no limits to the heights you might reach, my boy." Some time later, the first sharp edge of his appet.i.te temporarily blunted, he said: "If you"re too busy or too cowardly to accompany me to Texel, may one ask what you intend to do."
"Depends on what I learn from Annemarie and Vasco. If, of course, anything. On balance, however, I think I"ll go and do what poor George couldn"t, merge un.o.btrusively among the Krakers in their garden suburb." "You! You"re mad. The unchallenged bite noire of Krakerdom. Two minutes after your arrival all activity and conversation will wither on the vine."
"I"ve been there more than once in the past and the vine has remained unaffected. I don"t wear this rather nice pin-stripe you see before you or my official uniform. I wear another uniform. My Kraker uniform. I don"t think I"ve ever discussed my wardrobe with you before." Van Effen sipped some more bessenjenever. "I"ve a sealskin jacket with lots and lots of ta.s.sels and a c.o.o.nskin hat with a wolverine"s tail attached to the back. Rather dashing, really." De Graaf closed his eyes, screwed them tightly shut and then opened them again. "The trousers are made of some other kind of skin, I don"t know what it is, with lots of little leather strips down the sides. Moccasins, of course. Those were a mistake. The moccasins, I mean. They leak. Then my hair and my moustache are blond, not platinum, you understand, that would attract too much attention." "The rest of your outfit doesn"t?"
"The dye is impervious to any rain-storm. Have to use a special detergent to get it off. A painful process. Then I wear half a dozen rings, solid bra.s.s, on my right hand."
"That the hand you hit people with?"
"Among other things I"m a Green Peace, anti-nuclear, environmental pacifist. I also have a multicoloured bead necklace, double chain, and an earring. Only one earring. Two are pa.s.se
"This, some day, I must see."
"I can get you one like it, if you like." De Graaf closed his eyes again and was saved further comment by the arrival of George with lunch. George served the Rodekool met Rolpens, opened the ChAteau Latour with a suitably reverential air and departed. The meal was a simple one, red cabbage, rolled spiced meat and sliced apple, but, as George had promised, splendidly cooked: as was customary in Amsterdam there was enough food for four. The wine, also as George had promised, was superb. They had just finished when George brought in coffee. "Annemarie is outside."
"Bring her in, please."
Annemarie was a young lady of undeniably striking appearance. She wore a roll-necked pullover of indeterminate colour which had once, perhaps, been white. It was about four sizes too large for her, a defect she had tried to remedy by hauling a three-inch studded belt tightly about her midriff. As she had a rather slender waist, the effect was incongruous in the extreme: she resembled nothing so much as a potato bag that had been tied around the middle. The faded and patched blue jeans were fashionably frayed at the cuffs and she teetered, rather than walked, into the room on a pair of stained short leather boots with ludicrously pointed high heels. The condition of her streaky blonde hair showed that she regarded combs as an unnecessary luxury. The jet-black mascara had been applied with a heavy hand, as had the turquoise eye-shadow. The ghastly pallor of her face, which could only have been caused by an over-enthusiastic application of some cheap powder, was in stunning contrast to the two circular red patches on her cheeks, which equally owed nothing to nature. The lipstick was purple and the blood-red nail varnish, which showed to advantage when she removed the cigarette holder from between her stained teeth, was chipped and flaking. The nose-wrinkling smell of her cheap perfume suggested that she had been bathing in it, although the impression was overwhelming that she hadn"t bathed in anything for a very long time. Her bra.s.s earrings tinkled as she teetered.
Van Effen looked at de Graaf, but de Graaf didn"t look at him: he was either mesmerized or petrified by the apparition before him. Van Effen cleared his throat, loudly.
"This is Annemarie, sir."
"Yes,yes, Annemarie." De Graaf was still staring at her, and it was by a visibly conscious effort of will-power that he turned his head to look at van Effen. "Of course, of course. Annemarie. But there are one or two things I haven"t had the opportunity yet to discuss with you and -" "I understand, sir. Annemarie, my dear, would you mind for a few minutes - I"m sure George will give you something." She blew a long puff of smoke, smiled and tottered from the room.
"Annemarie, my dear." De Graaf sounded and looked appalled. "Annemarie, my dear. You in your Kraker uniform and that - that creature, what a couple you would make. Level headed, I"d always thought you, eminently sensible - this must be some kind of joke. Where on earth did you pick up that hussy, that harlot, that harridan, that ghastly spectacle? G.o.d, that make-up, that bordello perfume!"