The transmitter was gone. All our explosives and listening devices and little portable transmitters were gone. That had left plenty of room. They"d had to double him up to get him in, his head was resting on his forearms and his arms on his knees, but there was plenty of room. I couldn"t see his face. I could see no marks of violence. Half-sitting; half-lying there he seemed curiously peaceful, a man drowsing away a summer afternoon by a sun-warmed wall, A long summer afternoon because for ever was a long time. That"s what I"d told him last night, he"d all the time in the world for sleep. transmitter was gone. All our explosives and listening devices and little portable transmitters were gone. That had left plenty of room. They"d had to double him up to get him in, his head was resting on his forearms and his arms on his knees, but there was plenty of room. I couldn"t see his face. I could see no marks of violence. Half-sitting; half-lying there he seemed curiously peaceful, a man drowsing away a summer afternoon by a sun-warmed wall, A long summer afternoon because for ever was a long time. That"s what I"d told him last night, he"d all the time in the world for sleep.
I touched his face. It wasn"t cold yet. He"d been dead two to three hours, no more. I turned his face to see if I could find how he had died. His head lolled to one side like that of a broken rag doll. I turned and looked at Sir Arthur. The dream-like expression had gone, his eyes were cold and bitter and cruel. I thought vaguely of the tales I"d heard, and largely discounted, of Uncle Arthur"s total ruthlessness. I wasn"t so ready to discount them now. Uncle Arthur wasn"t where he was now because he"d answered an advertis.e.m.e.nt in the Daily Telegraph, Daily Telegraph, he"d have been hand-picked by two or three very clever men who would have scoured the country to find the one man with the extraordinary qualifications they required. And they had picked Uncle Arthur, the man with the extraordinary qualifications, and total ruthlessness must have been one of the prime requisites. I"d never really thought of it before. he"d have been hand-picked by two or three very clever men who would have scoured the country to find the one man with the extraordinary qualifications they required. And they had picked Uncle Arthur, the man with the extraordinary qualifications, and total ruthlessness must have been one of the prime requisites. I"d never really thought of it before.
He said: "Murdered, of course."
"Yes, sir."
"How?"
"His neck is broken, sir."
"His neck? A powerful man like Hunslett?"
"I know a man who could do it with one twist of his hands. Quinn. The man who killed Baker and Delmont. The man who almost killed me."
"I see." He paused, then went on, almost absently: "Youwill, of course, seek out and destroy this man. By whatever means you choose. You can reconstruct this, Calvert?"
"Yes, sir." When it came to reconstruction when it was too d.a.m.n late, I stood alone. "Our friend or friends boarded the Firecrest Firecrest very shortly after I had left this morning. That is, before daylight. They wouldn"t have dared try it after it was light. They overpowered Hunslett and kept him prisoner. Confirmation that he was held prisoner all day comes from the fact that he failed to meet the noon-day schedule. They still held him prisoner when you came aboard. There was no reason why you should suspect that there was anyone aboard - the boat that put .them aboard before dawn would have gone away at once. They couldn"t leave one of the very shortly after I had left this morning. That is, before daylight. They wouldn"t have dared try it after it was light. They overpowered Hunslett and kept him prisoner. Confirmation that he was held prisoner all day comes from the fact that he failed to meet the noon-day schedule. They still held him prisoner when you came aboard. There was no reason why you should suspect that there was anyone aboard - the boat that put .them aboard before dawn would have gone away at once. They couldn"t leave one of the Shangri-la"s Shangri-la"s boats lying alongside the boats lying alongside the Firecrest Firecrest all day." all day."
"There"s no necessity to dot i"s and cross t"s."
"No, sir. Maybe an hour or so after you departed the Shangri-la"s Shangri-la"s tender with Captain Imrie, Quinn and company aboard turns up: they report that I"m dead. That was Hunslett"s death warrant. With me dead they couldn"t let him live. So Quinn killed him. Why he was killed this way I don"t know. They may have thought shots could be heard, they may not have wanted to use knives or blunt instruments in case they left blood all over the deck. They were intending to abandon the boat till they came back at night, at midnight, to take it out to the Sound and scuttle it and someone might have come aboard in the interim. My own belief is that he was killed this way because Quinn is a psychopath and compulsive killer and liked doing it this way."
"I see. And then they said to themselves: "Where can we hide Hunslett till we come back at midnight? Just in case someone does come aboard." And then they said: " Ha! We know. We"ll hide him in the dummy diesel." So they threw away the transmitter and all the rest of .the stuff - or took it with them. It doesn"t matter. And they put Hunslett inside." Uncle Arthur had been speaking very quietly throughout and then suddenly, for the first time I"d ever known it, his voice became a shout, "How in the name of G.o.d did they know this was a dummy diesel, Calvert? How could they have known?" His voice dropped to what was a comparative whisper. "Someone talked, Calvert, Or someone was criminally careless." they have known?" His voice dropped to what was a comparative whisper. "Someone talked, Calvert, Or someone was criminally careless."
"No one talked, sir. Someone was criminally careless. I was. If I"d used my eyes Hunslett wouldn"t be lying there now.The night the two bogus customs officers were aboard I knew that they had got on .to something when we were in the engine-room here. Up to the time that they"d inspected the batteries they"d gone through the place with a tooth-comb. After that they didn"t give a d.a.m.n. Hunslett even suggested that it was something to do with the batteries but I was too clever to believe him." I walked to the work-bench, picked up a torch and handed it to Uncle Arthur. "Do you see anything about those batteries that would excite suspicion?"
He looked at me, that monocled eye still ice-cold and bitter, took the torch and examined the batteries carefully. He spent all of two minutes searching, then straightened.
"I see nothing," he said curtly.
"Thomas - the customs man who called himself Thomas -did. He was on to us from the start. He knew what he was looking for. He was looking for a powerful radio transmitter. Not the tuppenoe ha"penny job we have up in the wheel-house. He was looking for signs of a power take-off from those batteries. He was looking for the marks left by screw clamps or by a pair of saw-toothed, powerfully spring-loaded crocodile dips."
Uncle Arthur swore, very quietly, and bent over the batteries again. This time his examination took only ten seconds.
"You make your point well, Calvert." The eyes were still bitter, but no longer glacial.
"No wonder they knew exactly what I was doing to-day," I said savagely, "No wonder they knew that Hunslett would be alone before dawn, that I"d be landing at that cove this evening. All they required was radio confirmation from someone out in Loch Houron that Calvert had been snooping around there and the destruction of -the helicopter was a foregone conclusion. All this d.a.m.ned fol-de-rol about smashing up radio transmitters and making us think that we were the only craft left with a transmitter. G.o.d, how blind can you be?"
"I a.s.sume that there"s some logical thought behind this outburst," Uncle Arthur said coldly, "That night Hunslett and I were aboard the Shangri-la Shangri-la for drinks. I told you that when we returned we knew that we"d had visitors. We didn"t know why, then. My G.o.d!" for drinks. I told you that when we returned we knew that we"d had visitors. We didn"t know why, then. My G.o.d!"
"You"ve already been at pains to demonstrate the fact that I was no brighter than yourself about the battery. It"s not necessary to repeat the process------"
"Let me finish," I interrupted. Uncle Arthur didn"t like being interrupted. "They came down to the engine-room here. They knew there was a transmitter. They looked at that starboard cylinder head. Four bolts - the rest are dummies -with the paint well and truly sc.r.a.ped off. The port cylinder head bolts without a flake of paint missing. They take off this headj wire into the transceiver lines on the output side of the scrambler and lead out to a small radio transmitter hidden, like as not, behind -the battery bank there. They"d have all the equipment with them for they knew exactly what they wanted to do. From then on they could listen in to our every word. They knew all our plans, everything we intended to do, and made their own plans accordingly. They figured -and how right they were - that it would be a d.a.m.n" sight more advantageous for them to let Hunslett and I have our direct communication with you and so know exactly what was going on than to wreck this set and force us to find some other means of communication that they couldn"t check on."
"But why - but why destroy the advantage they held by - by-"He gestured at the empty engine casing.
"It wasn"t an advantage any longer," I said tiredly. "When they ripped out that set Hunslett was dead and they thought Calvert was dead. They didn"t need the advantage any more."
"Of course, of course. My G.o.d, what a fiendish brew this is." He took out his monocle and rubbed his eye with the knuckle of his hand. "They"re bound to know that we will find Hunslett the first time we attempt to use this radio. I am beginning to appreciate the weight of your remark in the saloon that we might find it difficult to insure ourselves. They cannot know how much we know, but they cannot afford to take chances. Not with, what is it now, a total of seventeen million pounds at stake. They will have to silence us."
"Up and off is the only answer," I agreed. "We"ve been down here too long already, they might even be on their way across now. Don"t let that Luger ever leave your hand, sir. We"ll be safe enough under way. But first we must put Hunslett and our friend in the after cabin ash.o.r.e."
"Yes. Yes, we must put them ash.o.r.e first."
At the best of times, weighing anchor by electric windla.s.s is not a job for a moron, even an alert moron. Even our small windla.s.s had a pull of over 1,400 pounds, A carelessly placed hand or foot, a flapping trouser leg or the trailing skirts of an oilskin, any of those being caught up between chain and drum and you can be minus a hand or foot before you can cry out, far less reach the deck switch which is invariably placed abaft the windla.s.s. Doing this on a wet slippery deck is twice as dangerous. Doing it on a wet slippery deck, in total darkness, heavy rain and with a very unstable boat beneath your feet, not to mention having the brake pawl off and the winch covered by a tarpaulin, is a highly dangerous practice indeed. But it wasn"t as dangerous as attracting the attention of our friends on the Shangri-la, Shangri-la, Perhaps h was because of my total absorption In the job on hand, perhaps because of the m.u.f.fled clank of the anchor coming inboard, that I didn"t locate and identify the sound as quickly as I might. Twice I"d thought I"d heard the far-off sound of a woman"s voice, twice I"d vaguely put it down to late-night revelry on one of the smaller yachts in the bay - it would require an LB.M, computer to work out the gallon-age of gin consumed in British yacht harbours after the sun goes down. Then I heard the voice again, much nearer this time, and I put all thought of revelry afloat out of my mind. The only cry of desperation ever heard at a yacht party is when the gin runs out: this soft cry had a different quality of desperation altogether. I stamped on the deck switch, and all sound on the fo"c"sle ceased. The Lilliput was in my hand without my knowing how it had got there.
"Help me!" The voice was low and urgent and desperate. "For G.o.d"s sake, help me."
The voice came from the water, amidships on the port side. I moved back silently to where I thought the voice had come from and stood motionless. I thought of Hunslett and I didn"t move a muscle, I"d no intention of helping anyone until I"d made sure the voice didn"t come from some dinghy -a dinghy with two other pa.s.sengers, both carrying machine-guns. One word, one incautious flash of light, a seven pound pull on a trigger and Calvert would be among his ancestors if, that was, they would have anything to do with such a b.l.o.o.d.y fool of a descendant.
"Please! Please help me! Please!"
I helped her. Not so much because the desperation in thevoice was unquestionably genuine as because of the fact that it as unquestionably belonged to Charlotte Skouras.
I pushed through between the scuppers and the lowest guard-rail, a rubber tyre fender that was permanently attached to one of the guard-rail stanchions and lowered it to water-level. I said: "Lady Skouras?" scuppers and the lowest guard-rail, a rubber tyre fender that was permanently attached to one of the guard-rail stanchions and lowered it to water-level. I said: "Lady Skouras?"
"Yes, yes, ifs me. Thank G.o.d, thank G.o.d!" Her voice didn"t come just as easily as that, she was gasping for breath and she"d water in her mouth.
"There"s a fender at the boat"s side. Catch it."
A moment or two, then: "I have it."
"Can you pull yourself up?"
More splashing and gasping, then: "No. No, I can"t do it"
"No matter. Wait." I turned round to go for Uncle Arthur but he was already by my side. I said softly in his ear: "Lady Skouras is down there in the water. It may be a trap. I don"t think so. But if you see a light, shoot at it."
He said nothing but I felt his arm move as he took the Luger from his pocket I stepped over the guard-rail and lowered myself till my foot came to rest on the lower part of the tyre. I reached down and caught her arm. Charlotte Skouras was no slender sylph-like figure, she had some bulky package tied to her waist, and I wasn"t as fit -as I"d been a long, long time ago, say about forty-eight hours, but with a helping hand from Uncle Arthur I managed to get her up on deck. Between us, we half carried her to the curtained saloon and set her down on the settee. I propped a cushion behind her head and took a good look at her.
She"d never have made the front cover of Vogue. She looked terrible. Her dark slacks and shirt looked as if they had spent a month in the sea instead of probably only a few minutes. The long tangled auburn hair was plastered to her head and cheeks, her face was dead-white, the big brown eyes, with the dark half-circles, were wide open and frightened and both mascara and lipstick had begun to run. And she hadn"t been beautiful to start with. I thought she was the most desirable woman I"d ever seen. I must be nuts.
"My dear Lady Skouras, my dear Lady Skouras!" Uncle Arthur was back among the aristocracy and showed it. He knelt by her side, ineffectually dabbing at her face with a handkerchief, "What in G.o.d"s name has happened? Brandy, Calvert, brandy 1 Don"t just stand there, man. Brandy!"
Uncle Arthur seemed to think he was in a pub but, as it happened, I did have some brandy left. I handed him the gla.s.s and said: "If you"ll attend to Lady Skouras, sir, I"ll finish getting the anchor up."
"No, no!" She took a gulp of the brandy, choked on it and I had to wait until she had finished coughing before she went on. "They"re not coming for at least two hours yet. I know. I heard. There"s something terrible going on, Sir Arthur. I had -to come, I had to come."
"Now, don"t distress yourself, Lady Skouras, don"t distress yourself," Uncle Arthur said, as if she weren"t distressed enough already. "Just drink this down, Lady Skouras."
"No, not that!" I got all set to take a poor view of this, it - -was d.a.m.ned good brandy, then I realised she was talking of something else. "Not Lady Skouras. Never again! Charlotte. Charlotte Meiner. Charlotte." d.a.m.ned good brandy, then I realised she was talking of something else. "Not Lady Skouras. Never again! Charlotte. Charlotte Meiner. Charlotte."
One thing about women, they always get their sense of priorities right. There they were on the Shangri-la, Shangri-la, rigging up a home-made atom bomb to throw through our saloon windows and all she could think was to ask us to call her "Charlotte." I said: "Why did you have to come?" rigging up a home-made atom bomb to throw through our saloon windows and all she could think was to ask us to call her "Charlotte." I said: "Why did you have to come?"
"Calvert!" Uncle Arthur"s voice was sharp. "Do you mind? Lady - I mean, Charlotte - has just suffered a severe shock. Let her take her time to------"
"No." She struggled to an upright sitting position and forced a wan smile, half-scared, half-mocking. "No, Mr. Petersen, Mr. Calvert, whatever your name, you"re quite right. Actresses tend to over-indulge their emotions. Fm not an actress any longer." She took another sip of the brandy and a little colour came back to her face. "I"ve known for some time that something was very far wrong aboard the Shangri-la. Shangri-la. Strange men have been aboard. Some of the old crew were changed for no reason. Several times I"ve been put ash.o.r.e with the stewardess in hotels while the Strange men have been aboard. Some of the old crew were changed for no reason. Several times I"ve been put ash.o.r.e with the stewardess in hotels while the Shangri-la Shangri-la went off on mysterious journeys. My husband - Sir Anthony - would tell me nothing. He has changed terribly since our marriage - I think he takes drugs. I"ve seen guns. Whenever those strange men came aboard I was sent to my stateroom after dinner." She smiled mirthlessly. "It wasn"t because of any jealousy on my husband"s part, you may believe me. The last day or two I sensed that everything was coming to a climax. To-night, just after you were gone, I was sent to my stateroom. I left, but stayed out in the pa.s.sage. Lavorskiwas talking. I heard him saying: "If your admiral pal is a UNESCO delegate, Skouras, then I"m King Neptune. I know who he is. We all know who he is. It"s too late in the day now and they know too much. It"s them or us." And then Captain Imrie - how I hate that man! - said: " I"ll send Quinn and Jacques and Kramer at midnight. At one o"clock they"ll open the sea-c.o.c.ks in the Sound"." went off on mysterious journeys. My husband - Sir Anthony - would tell me nothing. He has changed terribly since our marriage - I think he takes drugs. I"ve seen guns. Whenever those strange men came aboard I was sent to my stateroom after dinner." She smiled mirthlessly. "It wasn"t because of any jealousy on my husband"s part, you may believe me. The last day or two I sensed that everything was coming to a climax. To-night, just after you were gone, I was sent to my stateroom. I left, but stayed out in the pa.s.sage. Lavorskiwas talking. I heard him saying: "If your admiral pal is a UNESCO delegate, Skouras, then I"m King Neptune. I know who he is. We all know who he is. It"s too late in the day now and they know too much. It"s them or us." And then Captain Imrie - how I hate that man! - said: " I"ll send Quinn and Jacques and Kramer at midnight. At one o"clock they"ll open the sea-c.o.c.ks in the Sound"."
"Charming friends your husband has," I murmured.
She looked at me, half-uncertainly, half-specula lively and said: "Mr. Petersen or Mr, Calvert - and I heard Lavorski call you Johnson------"
"It is is confusing," I admitted. "Calvert. Philip Calvert." confusing," I admitted. "Calvert. Philip Calvert."
"Well, Philip," - she p.r.o.nounced it "the French way and very nice it sounded too - "you are one great b.l.o.o.d.y fool it you talk like that. You are in deadly danger."
"Mr. Calvert," Uncle Arthur said sourly - it wasn"t her language he disapproved of, it was this Christian name familiarity between the aristocracy and the peasants - "is quite aware of the danger. He has unfortunate mannerisms of speech, that"s alL You are a very brave woman, Charlotte." Blue-bloods first-naming each other was a different thing altogether. "You took a great risk in eavesdropping. You might have been caught"
"I was caught, Sir Arthur." The smile showed up the lines on either side of her mouth but didn"t touch her eyes. "That is another reason why I am here. Even without the knowledge of your danger, yes, I would have come. My husband caught me. He took me into my stateroom." She stood up shakily, turned her back to us and pulled up the sodden dark shirt. Right across her back ran three great blue-red weals. Uncle Arthur stood stock-still, a man incapable of movement. I crossed the saloon and peered at her back. The weals were almost an inch wide and running half-way round her body, Here and there were tiny blood-spotted punctures. Lightly I tried a finger on one of the weals. The flesh was raised and puffy, a a fresh weal, as lividly-genuine a weal as ever I"d clapped eyes on. She didn"t move. I stepped back and she turned to face us. fresh weal, as lividly-genuine a weal as ever I"d clapped eyes on. She didn"t move. I stepped back and she turned to face us.
"It is not nice, is it? It does not feel very nice." She smiled and again that smile, "I could show you worse than that."
"No, no, no," Uncle Arthur said hastily. "That will not be necessary." He was silent for a moment, then burst out:"My dear Charlotte, what you must have suffered. It"s fiendish, absolutely fiendish. He must be - he must be inhuman, A monster. A monster, perhaps under the influence of drugs. I would never have believed it!" His face was brick-red with outrage and his voice sounded as if Quinn had him by the throat. Strangled. "No one would ever have believed it!"
"Except the late Lady Skouras," she said quietly. "I understand now why she was in and out of mental homes several times before she died." She shrugged. "I have no wish to go the same way. I am made of tougher stuff than Madeleine Skouras. So I pick up my bag and run away." She nodded at the small polythene bag of clothes that had been tied to her waist. "Like d.i.c.k Whittington, is it not?"
"They"ll be here long before midnight when they discover you"re gone," I observed.
"It may be morning before they find out. Most nights I lock my cabin door. To-night I locked it from the outside."
"That helps," I said. "Standing about in those sodden clothes doesn"t. There"s no point in running away only to die of pneumonia. You"ll find towels in my cabin. Then we can get you a room in the Columba Hotel."
"I had hoped for better than that," The fractional slump of the shoulders was more imagined than seen, but the dull defeat in the eyes left nothing to the imagination. "You would put me in the first place they would look for me. There is no safe place for me in Torbay, They will catch me and bring me back and my husband will take me into that stateroom again. My only hope is to run away. Your only hope is to run away. Please. Can we not run away together?"
"No."
"A man not given to evasive answers, is that it?" There was a lonely dejection, a proud humiliation about her that did very little for my self-respect. She turned towards Uncle Arthur, took both his hands in hers and said in a low voice: "Sir Arthur, I appeal to you as an English gentleman," Thumbs down on Calvert, that foreign-born peasant. "May I stay? Please?"
Uncle Arthur looked at me, hesitated, looked at Charlotte Skouras, looked into those big brown eyes and was a lost man.
"Of course you may stay, my dear Charlotte." He gave a stiff old-fashioned bow which, I had to admit, went very well with the beard and the monocle. "Yours to command, my dear lady."
"Thank you, Sir Arthur." She smiled at me, not with triumph or satisfaction, just an anxious-to-be-friendly smile. "It would be nice, Philip, to have the consent - what do you say? - unanimous." Sir Arthur." She smiled at me, not with triumph or satisfaction, just an anxious-to-be-friendly smile. "It would be nice, Philip, to have the consent - what do you say? - unanimous."
"If Sir Arthur wishes to expose you to a vastly greater degree of risk aboard this boat than you would experience in Torbay, that is Sir Arthur"s business. As for the rest, my consent is not required. I"m a well-trained civil servant and I obey orders."
"You are gracious to a fault," Uncle Arthur said acidly.
"Sorry, sir," I"d suddenly seen the light and a pretty dazzling beam it was too. "I should not have called your judgment in question. The lady is very welcome. But I think she should remain below while we are alongside the pier, sir."
"A reasonable request and a wise precaution," Uncle Arthur said mildly. He seemed pleased at my change of heart, at my proper deference to the wishes of the aristocracy.
"It won"t be for long." I smiled at Charlotte Skouras. "We leave Torbay within the hour."
"What do I care what you charge him with?" I looked from Sergeant MacDonald to the broken-faced man with the wet blood-stained towel, then back to MacDonald again. "Breaking and entering. a.s.sault and battery. ISlegal possession of a dangerous weapon with intent to create a felony - murder. Anything you like."
"Well, now. It"s just not quite as easy as that." Sergeant MacDonald spread his big brown hands across the counter of the tiny police station and looked at the prisoner and myself in turn. "He didn"t break and enter, you know, Mr. Petersen. He boarded. No law against that. a.s.sault and battery? It looks as if he has been the victim and not the perpetrator. And what kind of weapon was he carrying, Mr. Petersen?"
"I don"t know. It must have been knocked overboard."
"I see. Knocked overboard, was it? So we have no real proof of any felonious intent."
I was becoming a little tired of Sergeant MacDonald. He was fast enough to co-operate with bogus customs officers but with me he was just being deliberately obstructive. I said: "You"ll be telling me next that it"s all a product of my fevered imagination. You"ll be wiling me next .that I juststepped ash.o.r.e, grabbed the first pa.s.ser-by I saw, hit him in the face with a four-by-two then dragged him up here inventing this tale as I went. Even you can"t be so stupid as to believe that."
The brown face turned red and, on the counter, the brown knuckles turned ivory. He said softly: "You"ll kindly not talk to me like that."
"If you insist on behaving like a fool 111 treat you as such. Are you going to lock him up?"
"If s only your word against his."
"No. I had a witness. He"s down at the old pier, now, if you want to see him. Admiral Sir Arthur Arnford-Jason. A very senior civil servant."
"You had a Mr. Hunslett with you last time I was aboard your boat."
"He"s down there, too." I nodded at the prisoner. "Why don"t you ask a few questions of our friend here?"
"I"ve sent for the doctor. He"ll have to fix his face first. I can"t understand a word he says."
"The state of his face doesn"t help," I admitted. "But the main trouble is that he speaks Italian."
"Italian, is it? I"ll soon fix that. The owner of the Western Isles cafe is an Italian."
"That helps. There are four little questions he might put to our pal here. Where is his pa.s.sport, how he arrived in this country, who is his employer and where does he live,"
The sergeant looked at me for a long moment then said slowly: "It"s a mighty queer marine biologist that you are, Mr. Petersen."
"And it"s a mighty queer police sergeant that you are, Mr. MacDonald. Good night."
I crossed the dimly-lit street to the sea-wall and waited in the shadow of a phone booth. After two minutes a man with a small bag came hurrying up the street and turned into the police station. He was out again in five minutes, which wasn"t surprising: there was little a G.P. could do for what was plainly a hospital job.
The station door opened again and Sergeant MacDonald came hurrying out, long black mackintosh b.u.t.toned to the neck. He walked quickly along the sea wall, looking neither to left nor right, which made it very easy for me to follow him, and turned down the old stone pier. At the end of thepier he flashed a torch, went down a flight of steps and began to haul in a small boat. I leaned over the pier wall and switched on my own torch, "Why don"t they provide you with a telephone or radio for conveying urgent messages?" I asked. "You could catch your death of cold rowing out to the don"t they provide you with a telephone or radio for conveying urgent messages?" I asked. "You could catch your death of cold rowing out to the Shangri-la Shangri-la on a night like this." on a night like this."
He straightened slowly and let the rope fall from his hands. The boat drifted out into the darkness. He came up the steps with the slow heavy tread of an old man and said quietly: "What did you say about the Shangri-la Shangri-la?"
"Don"t let me keep you, Sergeant," I said affably. "Duty before the idle social chit-chat. Your first duty is to your masters. Off you go, now, tell them that one of their hirelings has been severely clobbered and that Petersen has very grave suspicions about Sergeant MacDonald."
"I don"t know what you are talking about)"he said emptily. "The Shangri-la - Shangri-la - I"m not going anywhere near the I"m not going anywhere near the Shangri-la." Shangri-la."
"Where are you going, then? Do tell. Fishing? Kind of forgotten your tackle, haven"t you?"
"And how would you like to mind your own d.a.m.n business?" MacDonald said heavily.
"That"s what I"m doing. Come off it, Sergeant. Think I give a d.a.m.n about our Italian pal? You can charge him with playing tiddley-winks in the High Street for all I care. I just threw him at you, together with a hint that you yourself were up to no good, to see what the reaction would be, to remove the last doubts in my mind. You reacted beautifully."
"I"m maybe not the cleverest, Mr, Petersen," he said with dignity. "Neither am I a complete idiot. I thought you were one one of them or after the same thing as them." He paused. "You"re not. You"re a Government agent." of them or after the same thing as them." He paused. "You"re not. You"re a Government agent."
"I"m a civil servant." I nodded to where the Firecrest Firecrest lay not twenty yards away. "You"d better come to meet my boss." lay not twenty yards away. "You"d better come to meet my boss."