Billy Jones brought a bottle of Pol Roget in a bucket, opened it for them, then went across to the booth to take Santiago"s order. Dillon poured the champagne, raised his gla.s.s and spoke to Carney in Irish.
"Jesus," Carney said. "What in the h.e.l.l are you saying, Dillon?"
"Irish, the language of kings. A very ancient toast. May the wind be always at your back. Appropriate for a ship"s captain. I mean, you do have a master"s ticket amongst other things?"
Carney frowned, then turned to Ferguson. "Let"s see if I can put it together. He works for you?"
"In a manner of speaking."
At that moment, they heard a woman"s voice say, "Please don"t do that."
The waitress serving the drinks at Santiago"s table was a small girl, rather pretty with her blonde hair in a plait bound up at the back. She was very young, very vulnerable. Algaro was running his hand over her b.u.t.tocks and started to move down a leg.
"I hate to see that," Carney said and his face was hard.
Dillon said, "I couldn"t agree more. To say he"s in from the stable would be an insult to horses."
The girl pulled away, the crew laughing, and Santiago looked across, his eyes meeting Dillon"s. He smiled, turned and whispered to Algaro, who nodded and got to his feet.
"Now let"s keep our heads here," Ferguson said.
Algaro crossed to the bar and sat on a vacant stool. As the girl pa.s.sed, he put an arm round her waist and whispered in her ear. She went red in the face, close to tears. "Leave me alone," she said and struggled to free herself.
Dillon glanced across. Santiago raised his gla.s.s and toasted him, a half-smile on his face, as Algaro slipped a hand up her skirt. Billy Jones was serving at the other end of the bar and he turned to see what was happening. Carney got to his feet, picked up his gla.s.s and walked to the bar. He put an arm around the girl"s shoulders and eased her away, then he poured what was left of his beer into Algaro"s crotch.
"Excuse me," he said, "I didn"t see you there," and he turned and walked back to the table.
Everyone stopped talking and Dillon took the bottle from the ice bucket and refilled the Brigadier"s gla.s.s. Algaro stood up and looked down at his trousers in disbelief. "Why, you little creep, I"m going to break your left arm for that."
He moved to the table fast, arms extended, and Carney turned, crouching to defend himself, but it was Dillon who struck first, reversed his grip on the champagne bottle and smashed it across the side of Algaro"s skull not once but twice, the bottle splintering, champagne going everywhere. Algaro pulled himself up, hands on the edge of the table, and Dillon, still seated, kicked sideways at the kneecap. Algaro cried out and fell to one side. He lay there for a moment, then forced himself up on to one knee.
Dillon jumped up and raised a knee into the unprotected face. "You"ve never learned to lie down, have you?"
The other members of the crew of the Maria Blanco Maria Blanco were on their feet, one of them picking up a chair, and Billy Jones came round the bar in a rush, a baseball bat in his hand. "Can it or I"ll call the law. He asked for it, he got it. Just get him out of here." were on their feet, one of them picking up a chair, and Billy Jones came round the bar in a rush, a baseball bat in his hand. "Can it or I"ll call the law. He asked for it, he got it. Just get him out of here."
They stopped dead, not so much because of Billy as Santiago, who said in Spanish, "No trouble. Just get him and leave."
Captain Serra nodded and Guerra, the mate, and Pinto went and helped Algaro to his feet. He appeared dazed, blood on his face, and they led him out followed by the others. Santiago stood up and raised his gla.s.s, emptied it and left.
Conversation resumed and Mary brought a brush and pan to sweep up the gla.s.s. Billy said to Dillon, "I couldn"t get there fast enough. I thank you guys. How about another bottle of champagne on the house?"
"Include me out, Billy," Carney said. "Put the meal on my tab. I"m getting too old for this kind of excitement. I"m going home to bed." He stood up. "Brigadier, it"s been interesting."
He started toward the door and Dillon called, "I"d like to dive in the morning. Does that suit you?"
"Nine-thirty," Carney told him. "Be at the dock," and he turned and went out.
His jeep was in the car park at Mongoose Junction. He walked along there, thinking about what had happened, was unlocking the door when a hand grabbed his shoulder and as he turned, Guerra punched him in the mouth.
"Now then you b.a.s.t.a.r.d, let"s teach you some manners."
Serra stood a yard or two away supporting Algaro, Santiago beside them. Guerra and the other two crew members moved in fast. Carney ducked the first blow and punched the mate in the stomach, half-turning, giving Pinto a reverse elbow strike in the face and then they were all over him. They held him down, pinning his arms, and Algaro shuffled over.
"Now then," he said.
It was at that precise moment that Dillon and Ferguson, having taken a raincheck on the champagne, turned the corner. The Irishman went in on the run as Algaro raised a foot to stamp down on Carney"s face, sent him staggering and punched the nearest man sideways in the jaw. Carney was already on his feet. Algaro was past it, but when Captain Serra moved in to help the other three it raised the odds and Dillon and Carney prepared to defend themselves, the jeep at their backs, arms raised, waiting. There was a sudden shot, the sound of it flat on the night air. Everyone stopped dead, turned and found Ferguson standing beside Dillon"s jeep holding the Belgian semi-automatic in one hand.
"Now do let"s stop playing silly b.u.g.g.e.rs, shall we?" he said.
There was a pause and Santiago said in Spanish, "Back to the launch." The crew shuffled away unwillingly, Serra and Guerra supporting Algaro, who still looked dazed.
"Another time, Brigadier," Santiago said in English and followed them.
Carney wiped a little blood from his mouth with a handkerchief. "Would somebody kindly tell me what in the h.e.l.l is going on?"
"Yes, we do need to talk, Captain Carney," Ferguson said briskly, "and sooner rather than later."
"Okay, I give in." Carney smiled bleakly. "Follow me and we"ll go to my place. It"s not too far away."
Carney said, "It"s the d.a.m.nedest thing I ever heard of."
"But you accept it"s true?" Ferguson asked. "I have a copy of the translation of the diary in my briefcase at Caneel, which I"d be happy for you to see."
"The U-boat thing is perfectly possible," Carney said. "They were in these waters during World War Two, that"s a known fact, and there are locals who"ll tell you stories about how they used to come ash.o.r.e by night." He shook his head. "Hitler in the Bunker, Martin Bormann - I"ve read all those books, and it is an interesting thought that if Bormann landed on Samson Cay and didn"t go down with the boat, it would explain all those sightings of him in South America in the years since the war."
"Good," Dillon said. "So you accept the existence of U180, but where would it be?"
"Let me get a chart." Carney went out and came back with one which he unrolled. It was the Virgin Islands chart for St. Thomas up to Virgin Gorda. "There"s Samson Cay south of Norman Island in the British Virgins. If that hurricane twisted, which they sometimes do, and came in from an easterly direction, the U-boat would definitely be driven somewhere toward the west and south from St. John."
"Ending where?" Ferguson said.
"It wouldn"t be anywhere usual. By that I mean somewhere people dive, however regularly, and I"ll tell you something else. It would have to be within one hundred feet."
"What makes you say that?" Dillon asked.
"Henry was a recreational diver, that means no decompression is necessary if you follow the tables. One hundred and thirty feet is absolute maximum for that kind of sport diving, and at that depth he could only afford ten minutes bottom time before going back up to the surface. To examine the submarine and find the diary." Carney shook his head. "It just wouldn"t be possible, and Henry was sixty-three years of age. He knew his limitations."
"So what are you saying?"
"To discover the wreck, enter it, hunt around and find that diary." Carney shrugged. "I"d say thirty minutes bottom time, so his depth would likely be eighty feet or so. Now dive masters take tourists to that kind of depth all the time, that"s why I mean the location has got to be quite out of the ordinary."
He frowned and Ferguson said, "You must have some idea."
"The morning Henry made his discovery must have been the day after the hurricane blew itself out. He"d gone out so early that he was coming back in at around nine-thirty when I was taking a dive party out. We crossed each other and we spoke."
"What did he say?" Dillon asked.
"I asked him where he"d been. He said French Cap. Told me it was like a millpond out there."
"Then that"s it," Ferguson said. "Surely?"
Carney shook his head. "I use French Cap a lot. The water is particularly clear. It"s a great dive. In fact I took my clients out there after meeting Henry that morning and he was right, it was like a millpond. The visibility is spectacular." He shook his head. "No, if it was there it would have been found before now."
"Can you think of anywhere else?"
Carney frowned. "There"s always South Drop, that"s even further."
"You dive there?" Ferguson asked.
"Occasionally. Trouble is if the sea"s rough, it"s a long and uncomfortable trip, but it could be the sort of place. A long ridge running to a hundred and seventy or so on one side and two thousand on the other."
"Could we take a look at these places?" Ferguson asked.
Carney shook his head and examined the chart again. "I don"t know."
Ferguson said, "I"d pay you well, Captain Carney."
"It isn"t that," Carney said. "Strictly speaking, this thing is in United States territorial waters."
"Just listen, please," Ferguson said. "We"re not doing anything wicked here. There are some doc.u.ments on U180, or so we believe, which could give my government cause for concern. All we want to do is recover them as quickly as possible and no harm done."
"And Santiago, where does he fit in?"
"He"s obviously after the same thing," Ferguson said. "Why, I don"t know at this time, but I will, I promise you."
"You go to the movies, Carney," Dillon said. "Santiago and his bunch are the bad guys. Blackhats."
"And I"m a good guy?" Carney laughed out loud. "Get the h.e.l.l out of here and let me get some sleep. I"ll see you at the dock at nine-thirty."
Santiago, standing in the stern of the Maria Blanco Maria Blanco, looked toward Cottage Seven and the lights which had just come on in both sections.
"So they are back," he said to Serra, who stood beside him.
"Now that they"ve made contact with Carney they may make their move sometime tomorrow," Serra said.
"You"ll be able to follow them in the launch whichever boat they are in, thanks to the bugs, at a discreet distance of course."
"Shall I take the divers?"
"If you like, but I doubt that anything will come of it. Carney doesn"t know where U180 is, Serra, I"m convinced of that. They"ve asked him for suggestions, that"s all. Take the dive-site handbook for this area with you. If they dive somewhere that"s mentioned in the book, you may take it from me it"s a waste of time." Santiago shook his head. "Frankly, I"m inclined to think that the girl has the answer. We"ll just have to wait for her return. By the way, if we ever did find the U-boat and needed to blast a way in, could Noval and Pinto cope?"
"Most a.s.suredly, Senor, we have supplies of C4 explosive on board and all the necessary detonating equipment."
"Excellent," Santiago said. "I wish you luck tomorrow then. Good night, Captain."
Serra walked away and Algaro slipped out of the dark. "Can I go with the launch in the morning?"
"Ah, revenge, is it?" Santiago laughed. "And why not? Enjoy it while you can, Algaro," and he laughed as he went down to the salon.
11.
It was a beautiful morning when Dillon and Ferguson went down to the dock. Sea Raider Sea Raider was tied up, no sign of anyone around, and was tied up, no sign of anyone around, and Privateer Privateer was moving out to sea with four people seated in the stern. was moving out to sea with four people seated in the stern.
"Perhaps we got it wrong," Dillon observed.
"I doubt it," Ferguson said. "Not that sort of fellow."
At that moment Carney turned on to the end of the dock and came toward them pushing a trolley loaded with air tanks. "Morning," he called.
"Thought you"d left us," Dillon said, looking out toward Privateer Privateer.
"h.e.l.l, no, that"s just one of my people taking some divers out to Little St. James. I thought we"d use Sea Raider Sea Raider today because we"ve a lot further to go." He turned to Ferguson. "You a good sailor, Brigadier?" today because we"ve a lot further to go." He turned to Ferguson. "You a good sailor, Brigadier?"
"My dear chap, I"ve just called in at the gift shop to obtain some seasickness pills of which I"ve taken not one but two."
He went on board and climbed the ladder to the flying bridge, where he sat in solitary splendor on one of the swivel seats while Dillon and Carney loaded the tanks. When they were finished Carney went up, joined Ferguson and switched on the engines. As they eased away from the dock, Dillon went into the deckhouse. He wasn"t using his net dive bag, had put his diving gear into the olive-green army holdall Stacey had given him in St. Thomas. Underneath was the AK a.s.sault rifle, stock folded, and a thirty-round clip inserted ready for action plus an extra magazine. There was also his ace-in-the-hole Belgian semi-automatic which he"d retrieved from the jeep. As with all Sport Fishermen, there was a wheel in the deckhouse as well as on the flying bridge so the boat could be steered from there in rough weather. Dillon felt under the instrument panel until he encountered a metal surface and clamped the holster and gun in place.
He went up the ladder and joined the others. "What"s our course?"
"Pretty well due south through Pillsbury Sound, then south-west to French Cap." Carney grinned at Ferguson, who swung from side to side as the boat started to lift over waves to the open sea. "You okay, Brigadier?"
"I"ll let you know. I presume you would antic.i.p.ate our friends from the Maria Blanco Maria Blanco following?" following?"
"I"ve been looking, but I haven"t seen anything yet. There"s certainly no sign of the Maria Blanco Maria Blanco herself, but then they"d use the white launch we saw at Carval Rock. That"s a good boat. Good for twenty-five or -six knots. I don"t get much more than twenty out of this." He said to Dillon, "There"s some gla.s.ses in the locker if you want to keep a weather eye open." herself, but then they"d use the white launch we saw at Carval Rock. That"s a good boat. Good for twenty-five or -six knots. I don"t get much more than twenty out of this." He said to Dillon, "There"s some gla.s.ses in the locker if you want to keep a weather eye open."
Dillon got them out, focused and checked astern. There were a number of yachts and a small vehicle ferry with trucks on board crossing from St. Thomas, but no launch. "Not a sign," he said.
"Now I find that strange," Ferguson observed.
"You worry too much, Brigadier," Carney told him. "Now let"s get out of here," and he pushed the throttle forward and took Sea Raider Sea Raider out to open water fast. out to open water fast.
The launch was there, of course, but a good mile behind, Serra at the wheel, his eye occasionally going to the dark screen with the blob of light showing what was the Sea Raider Sea Raider. Algaro stood beside him and Noval and Pinto busied themselves with diving equipment in the stern. Algaro didn"t look good. He had a black eye and his mouth was bruised and swollen.
"No chance of losing them?"
"No way," Serra said. "I"ll show you." There was a steady and monotonous pinging sound coming from the screen. When he swung the wheel, turning to port, it raised its pitch, sounded frantic. "See, that tells us when we"re off track." He turned back to starboard, straightening when he got the right sound again, checking the course reading.
"Good," Algaro said.
"How are you feeling?" Serra asked.
"Well, let"s put it this way. I"ll feel a whole lot better when I"ve sorted those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds out," Algaro said, "particularly Dillon," and he turned and went and joined the others.
The water heaved in heavy, long swells as they drifted in to French Cap Cay. Dillon went to the prow to lower the anchor while Carney maneuvered the boat, leaning out under the blue awning of the flying bridge to give him instructions.