the wheelhouse. Uncle Arthur, I knewa was similarly positioned on the starboard side. We were as firmly braced as it was possible to be. When the
Forty yards away, Hutchinson eased the throttle and gave the wheel a touch to port. That bright T was even farther round on our starboard side now, but directly in line with us and the patch of dark water to the west of the almost phosphorescently foaming whiteness that marked the point where the flood tide ripped past the outer end of the eastern breakwater. Twenty yards away he pushed the throttle open again, we were heading straight for where the unseen west breakwater must be, we were far too far over to port, it was impossible now that we could avoid smashing bow first into it, then suddenly Hutchinson had the wheel spinning to starboard, the tide pushing him the same way, and we were through and not an Inch of Uncle Arthur's precious paintwork had been removed. Hutchinson had the engine in neutral. I wondered briefly whether, if I practised for the rest of my life, I could effect a manoeuvre like that: I knew damned well that I couldn't.
I'd told Hutchinson that the bollards were on the starboard side of the boathouse, so that the diving-boat would be tied up on that side. He angled the boat across the tiny harbour towards the right-hand crack of light, spun the wheel to porttill we were angling in towards the central crack of light and put the engine full astern. It was no part of the plan to telescope the
As an entrance it erred, if anything, on the spectacular side. The doors, instead of bursting open at their central hasps, broke off at the hinges and we carried the whole lot before us with a thunderous crash. This took a good knot off our speed. The aluminium foremast, with Uncle Arthur's fancy telescopic aerial inside, almost tore the tabernacle clear of the deck before it sheared off, just above wheelhouse level, with a most unpleasant metallic shrieking. That took another knot off. The screws biting deep in maximum revs astern, took off yet another knot, but we still had a fair way on when, amid a crackling, splintering of wood, partly of our planking but mainly of the doors, and the screeching of the rubber tyres on our well-tendered bows, we stopped short with a jarring shock, firmly wedged between the port quarter of the diving-boat and the port wall of the boathouse. Uncle Arthur's feelings must have been almost as bruised and lacerated as the planking of his beloved
We were confronted, as the travel books put it, with a scene of bustling activity, or, more precisely, what had been a scene of bustling activity before our entrance had apparently paralysed them all in whatever positions they had been at the time. On the extreme right three faces stared at us over the edge of the hold of the diving-boat, a typical forty-five-foot M.F.V. about the same size as the
Imrie, Lavorski and Dollmann were the ones for me. I moved forward until I could see the barrel of the machine-gun and until they could also see that it was pointing at them.
'Come close,' I said. 'Yes, you three. Captain Imrie, speak to your men. Tell them that if they move, if they try anything at all, I'll kill all three of you. I've killed four of you already. If I double the number, what then? Under the new laws you get only fifteen years. For murderous vermin, that is not enough. I'd rather you died here. Do you believe me, Captain Imrie?'
'I believe you.' The guttural voice was deep and sombre. 'You killed Quinu this afternoon,'
'He deserved to die.'
'He should have killed you that night on the
'You will come aboard our boat one at a time,' I said. 'In this situation, Captain Imrie, you are without question the most dangerous man. After you, Lavorski, then-----'
'Please keep very still. Terribly still.' The voice behind me was totally lacking in inflection, hut the gun pressed hard against my spine carried its own message, one not easily misunderstood. 'Good. Take a pace forward and take your right hand away from the gun.'
I took a pace forward and removed my right hand. This left me holding the machine-pistol by the barrel.
'Lay the gun on the deck.'
It obviously wasn't going to be much use to me as a club, so I laid it on the deck, I'd been caught like this before, once or twice, and just to show that I was a true professional I raised my hands high and turned slowly round.
'Why, Charlotte Skouras!' I said. Again I knew what to do, how to act, the correct .tone for die circumvented agent, bantering but bitter. 'Fancy meeting you here. Thank you very much my dear. 'She was still dressed in the dark sweater and slacks, only they weren't quite as spruce as thelast time I'd seen them. They were soaking wet. Her face was dead white and without expression. The brown eyes were very still. 'And how in God's name did you get here?'
'I escaped through the bedroom window and swam out. I hid in the after cabin.'
'Did you indeed? Why don't you change out of those wet clothes?'
She ignored me. She said to Hutchinson:
'Do as the lady says,' I advised.
He did as the lady said. The light went out and we were all now in full view of the men ashore. Imrie said; 'Throw that gun over the side, Admiral.'
'Do as the gentleman says, 'I advised.
Uncle Arthur threw the gun over the side. Captain Imrie and Lavorski came walking confidently towards us.