He picked up the phone as Monica gestured to him madly. He was still using Beck"s mobile. He asked Monica to tell Philip he"d call him back immediately, which he did.
"Tweed here. Yes, Philip, again on a very safe line. What news?"
"The task force continues to head straight for the English Channel. We"ve sent special high-flying planes out with the latest radar. So the Yanks don"t catch on, as soon as the planes have located its present position they fly back here."
"Time of arrival in the Channel?"
"No change. Between 2200 hours and midnight tonight. They are getting pretty close."
"No rumours of their presence?"
"None that have reached me. And any would. I"ll go on keeping you in touch. Or tell Monica. Do you ever sleep?"
"I"ve just had forty winks."
"Some people have all the luck."
Tweed pushed the mobile across his desk. He was wide awake and looked very fresh. He spoke to Marler.
"I"ve been thinking - probably in my sleep. I do that. Before you get some kip - which you must do - could you call Paula, Newman, Nield and Butler from your office? Tell them we leave from here ten o"clock sharp in the morning - to drive down to the Bunker. At that time the traffic may be quieter, as far as it ever is quieter."
"I"ll do that right away." Marler smiled. "I"m going to be so popular, waking them up in the middle of the night."
"I wouldn"t worry. As soon as you"ve called they"ll swear at you, then they"ll fall fast asleep again. They"ve had a really exhausting time of it recently. So have you, Marler, so don"t forget my order."
"There"s one thing I"ve forgotten," he said when Marler had gone. "Food. Down at the Bunker."
"Two cooks went with the staff when they moved down there from here," Monica informed him. "I hope you don"t mind, but it occurred to me the arrival of Alf and his men might strain the situation to the limit. I phoned the mansion. Their best cook, Mrs Payne, travelled to the Bunker in the truck when the driver took the star sh.e.l.ls and searchlights. She makes giant shepherd"s pies. She"s taken ingredients and cooking utensils with her."
"You"re an angel. Shepherds pie? You"re making my mouth water."
"I can probably get you one now. There"s a place that stays open all night not far from here."
"Wait until I"ve had a shower and got dressed," he said, collecting his clothes.
"For when you drive down there your warm coat"s on that hanger. I got it out for you. It will be chilly on the coast - after dark it could be freezing."
"Again, you"re an angel. Shepherd"s pie."
Tweed had a dreamy look at he left his office.
When Tweed returned, fully dressed, he had a shock. Sitting at her desk was Paula, also fully dressed, wearing the same outfit, complete with leggings and boots, she"d worn in the Black Forest. Her jacket hung from the back of her chair. She gave him a great big smile.
"Good morning, Tweed. You"re up early."
"So are you. And you look fresh as a daisy, a very fresh daisy. Couldn"t you sleep after Marler called you?"
"I was awake when he did call. Have you forgotten? I"m like you. I can get by with a few hours" sleep. Monica"s gone out to fetch the goodies. I told her I"d look after the phone while she was gone. Trust Monica to know probably the only food shop round here open all night."
She had just finished speaking when the door opened and Monica walked in carrying a tray. Arranged on it were two large plastic cartons with covers. She placed the tray end on, so one end was in front of Tweed"s chair, the other facing it.
"Now how did I know, Paula, you"d be here? Fancy shepherd"s pie?"
"I"m so hungry," Paula told her, "I could devour it. I hadn"t the patience to make myself something at the flat."
"Bring your chair over this side," Monica ordered.
She waited until they were settled, facing each other across the desk. Then she bent forward.
"Have to do this properly like they do in posh restaurants, she announced.
Monica grasped the covers of each carton, paused, then with a flourish she removed the covers. Tweed realized he was famished as an appetizing aroma drifted into the room.
"Thank you, waiter," said Paula.
"There"ll be a pot of tea shortly. Don"t wait for it - your food will get cold."
"I have things to tell you," Tweed said between mouthfuls.
He told her about his conversations with Philip at the MoD, about the arrival of Alf"s mob at the Bunker, about the delivery of the searchlights and star sh.e.l.ls. They were still eating when Howard came into the room, a rather dishevelled Howard. His shirt collar was open at the neck, his hair was only roughly brushed, his jaw whiskery.
"Excuse my appearance. I fell asleep for hours in my office. Pardon me, Tweed." Taking a spoon, he scooped up a helping of shepherd"s pie. "That"s very good. Why don"t I get service like this?"
"Make pa.s.sionate love to Monica," Paula suggested. "I"ll get it for him anyway," Monica said hastily. "Howard," said Tweed, "we drive down at ten o"clock on the dot this morning. I"ll keep you in touch as far as I can."
"Please do that. I"ll be thinking of you all.: He put his hand on Paula"s shoulder, squeezed it. !You take care of yourself."
"I don"t think I"m too bad at doing that. But thank you for the thought."
"I"m going off now to make myself respectable. Good luck to you all."
He left quickly. Paula had the impression he was on the verge of getting emotional. As they finished their meal Monica was working away at her desk. She was checking the profiles again.
"Sharon Charlotte Mandeville," she called out suddenly. "Charlotte. I suppose she couldn"t be Charlie."
"Tweed thinks she is," Paula replied. "I"m not one hundred per cent certain."
At precisely 10 am two cars drove away from Park Crescent. In the lead car Paula was behind the wheel with Tweed by her side. In the back Newman relaxed, legs crossed as he gazed out of the window.
Behind them Marler drove the second car. Next to him sat Nield and in the back Butler sat very upright, scanning the traffic, looking frequently back through the rear window to see if there was any sign they were being followed. There wasn"t.
"Thank you for letting me take the wheel," Paula said as they left London behind.
"I thought it was your turn," Tweed replied. "And I know that you love driving. You realize you"re humming a tune?"
"I know. It"s such a lovely day. Not a cloud in the sky and the air is so crisp and fresh."
"It will be a different atmosphere after dark," Newman commented. "Might be a bit too fresh for you, Paula."
"Now don"t you get fresh with her," Tweed joked. "I think she"s safer with you in the back."
"So she"s safe with you in the front?"
"So far she is. I"m not making any promises about later."
Tweed continued keeping up a bantering conversation. He knew that they wouldn"t be able to avoid the growing tension once they had reached the Bunker. For as long as possible he wanted to create a holiday mood. The atmosphere changed when they were driving slowly through Parham.
"Sir Guy"s village," Paula recalled. "And the poor chap will never again see Irongates. What guts - the way he offered his help when we were going on to the Black Forest. You know something? I could strangle the Phantom with my bare hands. And slowly."
"He was a remarkable man," agreed Tweed, "both in his military career and in business. I share your sentiments, Paula."
There was a brooding silence in the car as they continued on their way, south through Ashford, then the turn-off from the highway to Ivychurch. Paula had slowed down, was driving carefully as she negotiated the twists and turns of the narrow lanes.
She was approaching the farmhouse where the Bunker was located when she suddenly stopped, staring to her left. Tweed and Newman looked in the same direction.
"What is it?" Tweed asked.
"I think I saw something. Back in a minute."
Before Tweed could protest she had jumped out of the car and plunged along a track leading to a large copse of evergreen trees, a rare sight on Romney Marsh. Newman dived out to follow her, his Smith & Wesson in his hand.
"What the h.e.l.l are you doing?" he hissed as he caught up with her.
"I thought the sun flashed off something. Look." She stopped. "See where Alf parked all his cabs? That was clever. They can"t be seen from the air."
Newman stared. The cabs were arranged laager fashion, left in a small circle. All were sheltered from observation from the air under great evergreen spreading branches.
"No flies on Alf," he said.
"I think he"s a very astute man. Better get back to the car or Tweed will fret."
Once inside the car, they told Tweed what they had found. He was intrigued. He agreed that Alf knew exactly what he was doing in any given situation. Paula lowered her window, switched off the engine. She had repeated this performance several times after leaving Parham behind.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Tweed enquired. "Listening. For any sign of a chopper. Not a whisper. So we can drive on. We"re nearly there."
"I know;" Tweed said quietly.
She was crawling as the farmhouse came into view. Deliberately to give Mrs Carson time to observe them, then to open the automatic gate.
Tweed stared hard at the farmhouse. He kept his expression neutral to conceal his reaction. He spoke to himself without letting anyone hear a word.
"The battlefield."
50.
Paula was amazed by the complexity and the global reach of the communications system which had been created. Mrs Carson was taking her on a conducted tour. They had reached the underground rabbit warren of offices by first descending into the cellar beneath the farmhouse.
"We enter through here," Mrs Carson explained.
She opened a slab-like steel door and they entered a long tunnel. The concrete roof above them was arched, illumination was by a series of fluorescent tubes suspended from above. She opened one door and Paula peered inside. A large number of men in shirtsleeves sat behind computers and radio terminals. All wore earphones and most were scribbling like mad on yellow pads.
"Coded messages coming through from all over the world," Mrs C. explained.
"I didn"t see any masts with aerials when we arrived," Paula commented.
"Wait till We get back upstairs. Alf and Marler have redesigned the whole. reception before you got down to see us. Staggering what those two men - with helpers - achieved. This is the decoding room."
She opened another door further along the corridor. Inside there were more men in shirtsleeves. They were working at desks with codebooks open while they deciphered messages, writing on more yellow pads.
Paula noticed that in both rooms no one had looked up when they stood in the doorways, such was the concentration on the work.
Mrs C. led Paula into another tunnel, running at right angles to the main one. Opening another door they peered inside a vast canteen. Paula recognized Mrs Payne, wearing whites and preparing large quant.i.ties of food. Guiding Paula further down the tunnel, Mrs C. opened yet another door. Beyond was a large, very clean and modem washroom.
"I think you"ve seen enough to give you the general idea," Mrs C. decided. "If you stay down here too long and you"re not used to it you get a feeling of claustrophobia. And the rattle of the teleprinters gets on your nerves."
"How can Mrs Payne possibly cope on her own?"
"She won"t have to. Other cooks on the staff come on duty shortly. She was preparing lunch for you and the people who drove down in your two cars."
"And all this converted out of what was once a major smugglers" haunt, ages ago."
"Yes. And the main tunnel extended to close to the sea. They must have worked like madmen with the most primitive of tools."
"Imagine the number of casks of brandy which must have travelled along these tunnels at one time."
"Makes me feel tiddly just to think of it," said Mrs C. leading them back into the farmhouse"s cellar. "Now I"ve shown you the system I can get back to rea.s.sembling my machine-pistol. I dismantled it this morning to clean it."
"Machine-pistol?" Paula queried as they mounted the steps and arrived back in the farmhouse.
"Yes. Tweed phoned me earlier to warn me what"s coming. It will be all hands to the pumps. I was trained by that nice man, Sarge, at the mansion in Surrey. Wonder why they call him Sarge?"
"He was a sergeant at one time, SAS I believe."
Tweed sat drinking tea by himself at the large old wooden table in the living room. He put down his cup when they arrived.
"Well, Paula, what do you think?"
"They have much more s.p.a.ce down there than in the second building they normally occupy in Park Crescent. Would it be an idea to keep them down here?"
"We"re considering just that - if we survive tonight." "Of course we will," scoffed Mrs C. blow h.e.l.l out of them."
Paula stared at Mrs C. Plump-figured, her apple-cheeked face was smiling. She was actually looking forward to what was coming.