the shoulder holster under his thick sports jacket, took giant strides, close on their heels.
Entering the hall, Tweed saw Paula, Jennie and Eve -now wearing winter clothes – appear from the direction of the swimming pool. With his free arm he waved them back, a commanding gesture.
'Return to the pool at once. Don't argue. Do as I tell you. There is great danger.'
Eve and Jennie rushed back into the labyrinth of passages but Paula stayed her ground. From the special pocket inside her shoulder bag she had whipped out her. 32 Browning.
'I'm staying here with you,' she snapped at Tweed. 'You are not armed.'
'I am,' Gaunt assured her aggressively.
'We may need someone who can shoot straight,' she told him.
'What the hell-'Gaunt began.
He never completed his sentence. Tweed, still dragging a reluctant Amberg, had headed for the main door. Outside he could hear the sound of some large machine approaching. Reaching the door he peered through the tall Norman window with leaded lights at one side of the door. The view was not reassuring. Norton – or his henchman -who had organized the attack knew what he was doing.
The clanking grinding machine proceeding across the cobbled courtyard towards the door was a huge orange bulldozer, its massive grab elevated several feet – ready to batter down the heavy door and open the way for the final assault. Tweed compelled Amberg to glance through the window. The Swiss shuddered, tried to get away, but Tweed had a firm grip on his arm.
'I must go to the swimming pool as well,' Amberg protested. 'There is a rear exit. I am a banker…'
'Surely you want to witness the defence of your own home,' Tweed said grimly, determined to break his nerve. 'You will stay with us in any case.'
'I might be able to shoot the driver,' suggested Gaunt who had also peered through the window.
'Not a chance, not yet,' Tweed snapped. 'And behind his cab the driver has several armed men clinging on aboard the bulldozer. We must wait until it appears in the gap after it has smashed down the double doors. Then shoot. We might jam the machine in the doorway, although I don't issue any guarantees. So, we stand back and wait…'
The one thing which irked Tweed was that he had no idea what his team outside the chateau were doing - assuming they were still alive.
Having disposed of the gunman who had pinned down all Tweed's men, Marler immediately turned his attention to what was going on at the entrance. His glider was still airborne but he knew he must soon land or crash – maybe both. What was happening was taking place in seconds.
He had fired the Armalite from a distance, but now the glider was cruising very close to the chateau, would be above the courtyard at any moment. Afterwards, if he survived, Marler hoped to land on the summit of the ridge close to where the Land-Rover had been parked.
Then he saw the orange bulldozer advancing, the clutch of armed men hanging on behind the driver's cabin. The machine was a deadly menace. Marler took a dangerous chance, lost more height, and was now gripping the tear-gas pistol with a spare shell in his other hand. The wings seemed to almost skim the roof of the keep, although the machine was higher. Marler looked down.
The bulldozer had covered two-thirds of the distance between the ruined gates and the porch entrance to the chateau. His arm rested firmly on the edge of the fuselage of the glider as he pressed the trigger. The tear-gas shell was aimed for the glass window in front of the driver's cabin, smashed it to pieces, exploded inside the cabin. Marler had reloaded, fired again at the rear of the machine where the armed men were hanging on.
The outcome was devastating. Overcome with the fumes the driver lost all control. The bulldozer swung through an arc of a hundred and eighty degrees. In his panic the driver pressed his foot on the wrong pedal. The machine rocketed over the cobbles at speed, spilling its passengers, who were disabled by the second tear-gas shell. The bulldozer thundered towards the outer wall, hurtled into it with tremendous impact, crushing the cabin and the driver inside it.
At that moment a Citroen drove in through the gateway, crammed with armed men. Cardon, Nield and Butler had emerged from under cover. The Citroen driver, startled by the disaster to the bulldozer, skidded to a fatal halt. Cardon carefully lobbed a grenade. It landed under the petrol tank of the Citroen. Before any of its passengers could get out the petrol tank exploded. There was a fountain of flame and Newman saw its occupants incinerated in the ferocious heat.
He had reached the top of the keep and was crouched behind the low wall. As several of the men who had dropped off the bulldozer produced weapons, rubbing their eyes, he fired a long burst from the Uzi. A 9-mm. weapon, it fired at the rate of six hundred rounds a minute. He rammed in a fresh magazine, continued firing.
Butler saw a man perched on the top of the wall, guessed he had cut the electrified wire. He aimed his Luger, fired twice. His target shot out both arms as though about to swim, dived head first down on to the cobbled courtyard.
Marler's glider continued on course, away from the chateau, heading for the ridge as he struggled to maintain a few more feet of height. He braced himself for a crash landing. The ridge rushed towards him, the nose of the glider lifted briefly of its own accord. It was this accident of luck which saved Marler from the machine upending. It scraped along the rocky ground, came to a stop.
No more than thirty feet away Marler saw that the Land-Rover was still stationed at the edge of the copse with its driver behind the wheel. He snatched up the Armalite as the vehicle began to move, fired at random. Mencken, who had witnessed the debacle, shuddered as his windscreen was shattered, all the glass blown away from the frame, but the bullet had missed him. He drove off at speed, heading for the vital ambush area on route D417.
Half a mile away, well clear of the action, Norton sat in his Renault at a road intersection. He lowered his field-glasses. This time he was not feeling too philosophical about the next stage of the struggle. What could he tell President Bradford March? At that moment he had no idea – and he had lost a lot of trained men.
44
'That is what we have saved you from…'
Tweed almost thundered the words as he stood in the snow, still gripping Amberg's arm. They had walked out of the front door and beyond the porch to survey a scene of carnage.
Blood disfigured the white of the snow, the bodies of Mencken's assault group lay in grotesque attitudes. Paula stood on his other side, the Browning still in her hand, ready for use. Gaunt had brought up the rear.
As they stood in the bitter cold Butler, who had medical training, completed checking each body to see if anyone was still alive. He stood up from the last corpse and shook his head. A station wagon full of Mencken's troops had followed the Citroen into the yard. The occupants, all armed, had been despatched by Newman with his Uzi as they had emerged.
Butler, Cardon and Nield, with Newman's help, were now carrying the bodies and laying them inside the station wagon. Amberg was shivering with fear. Tweed gripped his arm more tightly.
'All this havoc has been caused by the accursed film and the tape. I've lost track of how many have died – many of them innocent of any crime. My patience is exhausted, Amberg. You will produce the real film and tape or I will contact Beck, Chief of the Federal Police at the Taubenhalde in Berne. You will be charged as an accessory to mass murder, so make up your mind now. I repeat,' he continued in the same grim tone, 'I've run out of patience with you.'
'As a banker I felt I should keep my word to Joel Dyson who deposited…'
'Forget Dyson. Your own life is in great danger. Can you at long last grasp that? Look at those corpses – those men came to kill you. For the last time, where have you hidden the film, the tape?'
'At my bank in Ouchy on the shores of Lake Geneva,' Amberg gulped, using his free hand to wipe beads of sweat off his high forehead. 'It belonged to Julius but it was registered in a different name. It was the only place no one could connect with us.'
'So they are still in Switzerland,' Tweed commented more quietly.
'Yes. After this terrible experience perhaps we should return at once to my country. To Ouchy, I mean,' he
