STONE HAD EXPECTED TO GET A CALL from someone soon, but it didn"t come. He didn"t see any point in going out, just to be followed, so he stayed home, looking in on Dino to find him snoring away. Maybe he wasn"t immune to jet lag, after all. Stone found a movie on TV and settled in.
Early in the evening, Dino came into the suite, rubbing his eyes. "I don"t know what happened," he said. "I was watching cricket, and then I practically pa.s.sed out."
"Jet lag."
"If you say so. You hungry?"
"Almost. You want to order dinner now, or wait for a while."
"You don"t want to go out?"
"Not really."
Stone heard an odd noise, and he turned to see an envelope being slid under the door.
"Looks like a message for you," Dino said.
"That"s not one of the Connaught"s message envelopes," Stone said, staring at it.
"Well, are you going to open it? The suspense is killing me." Dino yawned.
Stone retrieved the envelope, which had nothing written on it. He opened it and took out a single sheet of paper. Written in block capitals was a message: AFTER TEN MINUTES TAKE THE WEST LIFT UP ONE FLOOR, TURN LEFT OUT OF THE LIFT, AND WALK TO THE END OF THE CORRIDOR. THE DOOR WILL BE AJAR. It was unsigned. He handed it to Dino, who read it and smiled.
"I love this kind of stuff," he chuckled. "You have any idea who it"s from? A woman, I"ll bet."
"I don"t think so," Stone said. "I called a friend and asked to be introduced to somebody on this side of the water. I think this is it."
"Whatever you say; I still think it"s a woman. It always is with you."
After ten minutes, Stone did as he was told. He figured out which sides of the hotel the two elevators were on, then took the west one up a flight and walked down the corridor. A door at the end was ajar. He rapped lightly and walked in. "h.e.l.lo?"
He was standing in a small vestibule with three doors. One of them opened and a woman smiled at him. "Mr. Barrington?" She was of medium height, wearing a gray business suit and lightweight horn-rimmed gla.s.ses, dark hair. Stone thought she"d be quite pretty without the gla.s.ses and with a little more makeup. "Yes," he said.
She opened the door to reveal a large sitting room. "Please come in and have a seat; he"ll be with you shortly. May I get you something to drink?"
"Some fizzy water would be nice," he replied.
She went to a cabinet at one side of the large room, opened it to reveal a full bar, and poured two gla.s.ses of San Pellegrino mineral water.
She returned to where Stone was sitting, handed him a gla.s.s, and sat down. "My name is Carpenter," she said. Her accent was clipped, of indistinguishable cla.s.s, at least to him.
"How do you do?"
"Very well, thank you."
"For whom are we waiting?"
"For me, old chap," a voice said from behind him. He turned to find a man in his mid-thirties entering the room, apparently from the bedroom. He was dressed in a severely cut pin-striped suit, and what Stone imagined was a club tie, though he didn"t know which club. It was dark blue or black, with a single sky-blue stripe.
"Thank you for coming up," he said briskly. "Sorry to be so cloak-and-dagger, but from what our mutual friend, Sam, told me, you"ve picked up a rather elaborate tail." His accent was terribly upper-cla.s.s.
"It seems so."
"My name is Mason." He didn"t offer to shake hands. Instead, he went to the bar, poured himself a Scotch, no ice, then sat down opposite Stone. "Sounds as though you"ve gotten yourself mixed up in something."
"How much did our friend tell you?"
"Why don"t you tell me the whole thing from the very start?"
"Why don"t you tell me what you already know? It would save me repeating myself."
Mason smiled tightly. "You"re a cautious chap, aren"t you?"
Stone shrugged.
"Apparently, you think somebody wants to sell something he shouldn"t be selling to someone who shouldn"t be buying it. That sum it up?"
"Pretty much."
"And you"ve fallen out with Stan Hedger, whom you don"t trust anymore, right?"
"Pretty much."
"But you came to London at his request."
"Yes."
"And you"ve attracted the attention of the police. How, may I ask?"
"You may have read in the papers about two gentlemen found dead in the trunk of a car in Hyde Park?"
"I heard of it less than an hour after they were discovered. Are you connected to that incident in some way?"
"One of them was wearing my raincoat."
Mason burst out laughing. "Goodness, that would put the coppers onto you, wouldn"t it. Who"s the man in charge, if you know his name?"
"Detective Inspector Evelyn Throckmorton."
"Oh, yes, he"s all right."
"I was already acquainted with him."
"How?"
"I used to be a police detective in New York; a friend of mine on the force introduced me to him."
"Nice to have an introduction in a strange city, isn"t it? Well, I think you should forget about the detective inspector and put your trust in me, from here on in," Mason said. "Sam thought so, too."
"All right."
Carpenter got up, went to a briefcase on a table, took out a small tape recorder, set it on the coffee table, and switched it on; then she sat back and prepared to listen.
Mason made a motion that Stone should continue.
Stone looked at the recorder, then at Carpenter, then Mason. He shook his head slowly.
Mason leaned forward and switched off the recorder. "My, my, you are cautious, aren"t you?"
Stone nodded. "I wouldn"t like to hear this conversation played back to me in a courtroom someday."
"Entirely understandable," Mason said. "You"re a lawyer, Sam tells me."
"Right."
"Well, let me put your mind at rest, Mr. Barrington; Carpenter and I are not the police; the organization we work for conducts its business without reference to the police, unless we need them for some small ch.o.r.e or other. Tell me, just between us. Do you believe that you may have committed a crime while in Britain?"
"I didn"t shoot those two men, if that"s what you mean."
"Anything else? Drug smuggling? Rape? Incest? Cross the street without looking both ways?"
"No, nothing."
"You didn"t boot poor James Cutler off that yacht, did you?"
"No."
"That"s what I heard; heard you did your d.a.m.nedest to save the poor chap."
"I got wet."
Mason leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and his voice changed, lowered, became friendlier. "Relax, Stone," he said. "We"re here to help. Start at the beginning, now."
Stone took a deep breath and, once more, started at the beginning.
45.
WHEN STONE HAD FINISHED TELLING them everything, Mason just stared at him for a long moment. "Extraordinary," he drawled.
Stone looked at Carpenter; she nodded.
"Rather," she said.
He wasn"t sure whether this meant they didn"t believe him. "Do you have any questions for me?"
"Well, let me tell you a few things: First, David Beth Alachmy is the new Mossad station chief in London; old Stan was right about that; second, the two chaps in the car were Beth Alachmy"s men; third, the abduction and interrogation of you by Beth Alachmy and his thugs was way, way out of bounds, and I will see that he is suitably punished for it."
"Thank you, but I don"t really care about that," Stone replied. "I just want to get this thing over with and get back to New York."
"Our sentiments exactly," Mason said. "I hope we can have you out of here in just a few days."
"Thank you."
"We"re aware of Lance Cabot and his little consulting business, but this is the first we"ve heard of Ali and Sheila; we"ll be looking into them."
"Fine."
"Oh, I a.s.sume you do actually have the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars that Cabot wants for his project?"
"Well, yes, in a brokerage account in New York."
"I think the very first thing you"ll want to do is have that transferred to the offsh.o.r.e account, as Cabot requested."
"But-"
"Oh, don"t actually give it to him; just let him confirm that you"ve got it in the account. When we"re done, you can wire it back to your brokerage account."
"I suppose-"
"Now, the first thing we"ve got to do is to get you out of this hotel."
"Why?" Stone asked plaintively. "I like it here."
"Because Stan"s people know where to find you, and they can follow you anywhere from here," Mason said, as if he were explaining things to a child. "Do you have somewhere you can go?"
Stone thought for a moment. "Let me make a phone call."
"Of course."
He picked up a phone and called Sarah at her London flat.
"Hi."
"Well, h.e.l.lo; I was wondering when I was going to hear from you."
"Have our mutual acquaintances cleared out of James"s house?"
"Yes, all gone."
"Do you mind if Dino and I move in there for a few days? I"ve got to get out of the Connaught; they"re booked up, apparently."
"Dino"s in London?"