The motor-boat's engine slowed, went into neutral, astern, then neutral again. A slight bump, the murmur of voices, the sound of someone clambering aboard and then the engine opening up again.
The footfalls passed over my head as the visitor - there was only one set of footfalls - made his way towards the wheelhouse door. The springy confident step of a man who knew what he was about. There was only one thing wrong with that springy confident step. It didn't belong to Hunslett. I flattened myself against the bulkhead, took out the Luger, slid off the safety catch and prepared to receive my visitor in what I had now come to regard as the best traditions of the Highlands.
I heard the click as the wheelhouse door opened, the louder click as it was shut by a firm hand. A pool of light from a flashlamp preceded the visitor down the four steps from the wheelhouse to the saloon. He paused at the foot of the steps and the light moved away as he made to locate the light-switch. I stepped round the door and did three things at once - I hooked an arm around his neck, brought up a far from gentle knee into the small of his back and ground the muzzle of the Luger into his right ear. Violent stuff, but not unnecessarily violent stuff, it might have been my old friendQuinn. The gasp of pain was enough to show that it wasn't.
'This isn't a hearing aid you feel, friend. It's a Luger pistol. You're one pound pressure from a
The better world seemed to have no appeal for him. He didn't make me nervous. He made an odd gurgling noise in his throat, he was trying either to speak or breathe, but he stood motionless, head and back arched. I eased the pressure a little.
'Put that light switch on with your left hand. Slowly. Carefully.'
He was very slow, very careful. The saloon flooded with light.
'Raise your hands above your head. As high as you can reach.'
He was a model prisoner, this one, he did exactly 33 he was told. I turned him round, propelled him into the centre of the room and told him to face me.
He was of medium height, nattily dressed in an astrakhan coat and a fur Cossack hat. He had a beautifully trimmed white beard and moustache, with a perfectly symmetrical black streak in the centre of the beard, the only one of its kind I had ever seen. The tanned face was red, either from anger or near-suffocation. From both, I decided. He lowered his hands without permission, sat on the settee, pulled out a monocle, screwed it into his right eye and stared at me with cold fury. I gave him look for look, stare for stare, pocketed the Luger, poured a whisky and handed it to Uncle Arthur. Rear-Admiral Sir Arthur Arnford-Jason, K.C.B. and all the rest of the alphabet.
'You should have knocked, sir,' I said reproachfully,
'I should have knocked.' His voice sounded half-strangled, maybe I had exerted more pressure than had been necessary. 'Do you always greet your guests this way?'
'I don't have guests, sir. I don't have friends, either. Not fn the Western Isles. All I have is enemies. Anyone who comes through that door is an enemy. I didn't expect to see you here, sir.'
'I hope not. In view of that performance, I hope not.' He rubbed his throat, drank some whisky and coughed. 'Didn't expect to be here myself. Do you know how much bullion was aboard the
'Close on a million, I understand.'
'That's what I understood. Eight millions! Think of it, eight million pounds' worth. All this gold that's being shovelled back from Europe into the vaults at Fort Knox usually goes in small lots, 108 lb. ingots at a time. For safety. For security. In case anything goes wrong. But the Bank knew that nothing could go wrong this time, they knew our agents were aboard, 'they were behind with their payments, so they cleverly loaded fourteen hundred and forty ingots without telling anyone. Eight million. The Bank is hopping mad. And everyone is taking it out on me.'
And he'd come up here to take it out on me. I said: 'You should have let me know. That you were coming.'
'I tried to. You failed to keep your noon-day schedule. The most elementary of crimes, Calvert, and the most serious. You failed to keep a schedule. You or Hunslett. Then I knew things were going from bad to worse. I knew I had to take over myself. So I came by plane and R.A.F. rescue launch.' That would have been the high-speed Jaunch I'd seen taking a bad battering in the Sound as we had headed down towards the cove. 'Where's Hunslett?'
'I don't know, sir.'
'You don't know?' He was using his quiet unemphatic tone, the one I didn't care for very much, 'You're out of your depth in this one, Calvert, aren't you?'
'Yes, sir. I'm afraid he's been removed by force. I'm not sure how. What have you been doing in the past two hours, sir?'
'Explain yourself.' I wished he'd stop screwing that damned monocle into his eye. It was no affectation, that monocle, he was nearly blind on that side, but h was an irritating mannerism. At that moment, anything would have irritated me.
'That R.A.F. launch that dropped you off here just now. It should have been here at least two hours ago. Why didn't you come aboard then?'
'I did. We almost ran the
'The Columbia hotel wouldn't offer you much more. Toast below the beans, if you were lucky.' The Columbia was Torbay's only hotel.
'I had smoked trout, filet mignon and an excellent bottleof hock. I dined aboard the
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