When Eight Bells Toll

'Uncle Arthur told me in the wheelhouse last night.' Surprise in her voice. 'Don't you remember?'

I hadn't remembered. I did now. I was half-dead from lack of sleep. A stupid remark. Perhaps even a give-away remark. I was glad Uncle Arthur hadn't heard that one.

'Calvert nears the sunset of his days,' I said. 'My mind's going. Sure they'll leave. But not for forty-eight hours yet. They will think they have plenty of time, it's less than eight hours since we instructed Sergeant MacDonald to tell them 'hat we were going to the mainland for help.'

'I see,' she said dully. 'And what did you do on Dubh Sgeir to-night, Philip?'

'Not much. But enough.' Another little white lie. 'Enough to confirm my every last suspicion. I swam ashore to the link harbour and picked the side door of the boathouse. It's quite a boathouse. Not only is it three times as big on the inside as it is from the outside, but it's stacked with diving equipment.'

'Diving equipment?'

'Heaven help us all, you're almost as stupid as I am. How on earth do you think they recover the stuff from the sunken vessels? They use a diving-boat and the Dubh Sgeir boathouse is its home.'

'Was - was that all you found out?'

'There was nothing more to find out. I had intended taking a look round the castle - there's a long flight of steps leading up to it from the boatyard inside the cuff itself - but there was some character sitting about three parts of the way up with a rifle in his hand. A guard of some sort. He was drinking out of some son of bottle, but he was doing his job for all that. I wouldn't have got within a hundred steps of him without being riddled. I left'

'Dear God,' she murmured. 'What a mess, what a terrible mess. And you've no radio, we're cut off from help. What are we going to do? What are you going to do, Philip?'

'I'm going there in the Firecrest this coming night, that's what I'm going to do. I have a machine-gun under the settee of the saloon in the Firecrest and Uncle Arthur and Tim Hutchinson will have a gun apiece. We'll reconnoiter. Their time is running short and they'll want to be gone to- morrow at the latest. The boathouse doors are ill-fitting and if there's no light showing that will mean they still haven't finished their diving. So we wait till they have finished and come in. We'll see the light two miles away when they open the door to let the diving-boat in to load up all the stuff they've cached from .the four other sunken ships. The front doors of the boathouse will be closed, of course, while they load up. So we go in through the front doors. On the deck of the Firecrest. The doors don't look all that strong to me. Surprise is everything. Well catch them napping. A sub-machine-gun in a small enclosed space is a deadly weapon.'

'You'll be killed, you'll be killed!' She crossed to and sat on the bed-side, her eyes wide and scared, 'Please, Philip! Please, please don't. You'll be killed, I tell you, I beg of you, don't do it!' She seemed very sure that I would be killed.

'I have to, Charlotte. Time has run out. There's no other way.'

'Please.' The brown eyes were full of unshed tears. This I couldn't believe. 'Please, Philip. For my sake.'

'No,' A tear-drop fell at the corner of my mouth, it tasted as salt as the sea. 'Anything else in the world. But not this.'

She rose slowly to her feet and stood there, arms hanging limply by her side, tears trickling down her cheeks. She said dully: 'It's the maddest plan I've ever heard In my life,' turned and left the room, switching off the light as she went.

I lay there staring Jnto the darkness. There was sense in what the lady said. It was, I thought, the maddest plan TV ever heard in my life. I was damned glad I didn't have to use it.

TEN

Thursday: noon - Friday:  dawn

'Let me sleep.' I said.   I kept my eyes shut.   'I'm a dead man.'

'Come on, come on.' Another violent shake, a hand like a power shovel. 'Up!'

'Oh, God!' I opened the corner of one eye. 'What's the time?'

'Just after noon.   I couldn't let you sleep any more.'

'Noon!   I asked to be shaken at five.  Do you know-----'

'Come here.' He moved to the window, and I swung my legs stiffly out of bed and followed him. I'd been operated on during my sleep, no anaesthetic required in the condition I was in, and someone had removed the bones from my legs. I felt awful. Hutchinson nodded towards the window. 'What do you think of that?'

I peered out into the grey opaque world. I said irritably: 'What do you expect me to sec in that damn' fog?'

'The fog.'

'I see,' I said stupidly. 'The fog.'

'The two a.m. shipping forecast,' Hutchinson said. He gave the impression of exercising a very great deal of patience. 'It said the fog would clear away in the early morning. Well, the goddamned fog hasn't cleared away in the early morning.'

The fog cleared away from my befuddled brain. I swore and jumped for my least sodden suit of clothing. It was damp and clammy and cold but I hardly noticed these things, except subconsciously, my conscious mind was frantically busy with something else. On Monday night they'd sunk the Nantesville at slack water but there wasn't a chance in a thousand that they would have been able to get something done that night or the Tuesday night, the weather had been bad enough in sheltered Torbay harbour, God alone knew what it would have been like in Beul nan Uamh. But they could have started last night, they had started last night for there had been no diving-boat in the Dubh Sgeir boathouse, and reports from the Nantesville's owners had indicated that the strongroom was a fairly antiquated one, not of hardened steel, that could be cut open in a couple of hours with the proper equipment, Lavorski and company would have the proper equipment. The rest of last night, even had they three divers and relief's working all the time, they could have brought up a fair proportion of the bullion but I'd been damn' sure they couldn't possibly bring up all eighteen tons of it Marine salvage had been my business before Uncle Arthur had taken me away. They would have required another night or at least a good part of the night, because they only dared work when the sun was