'Just stick to the same story. Don't embroider. No more details If necessary blow your top, tell her you were scared out of your wits. Tell her you're still thinking of phoning the police in Basel to report the incident.'
'It might work,' Denise said.
'It will work. Now go back to the Colombi on your own. When you arrive ask for Sharon's room number. Find her at once.'
I'm very grateful to you, Bob…'
'Just go. Now.'
When he was alone Newman drank more coffee. He decided that he would try and contact Marler. The intense cold hit him when he left the cafe. Walking a short distance, he found a smart-looking men's clothier. Going inside, he bought a German coat, a pair of gloves. Resuming his walk, he passed locals muffled up, treading warily on the slippery pavements. Overhead a low grey bank of cloud pressed down on the city like a lid. He stopped to study a big map of Freiburg, located Konvikstrasse near the Munster.
Threading his way through a network of alleys, he was guided by the looming spire of the Munster. More people were about as he entered Munsterplatz. Hurrying, to get out of the cold, a few bumped into him. Apologizing, they hastened on. Then he saw Marler. Newman stiffened. Locals pushed past Marler, who was walking slowly. Behind him a hatless man in a black coat was only three people away from Marler's back.
Newman himself began hurrying, bumping into people. Then he stopped at the edge of the crowd. Marler had also stopped, glancing over his shoulder. The hatless man in a black coat had turned away, was hustling off towards the edge of the square. Newman saw him enter a narrow alley, stop, then he turned round and waited as though observing Marler.
Newman had had a better look at him in profile. Tall, thin with a hard bony face. It was the man he had described to Denise. Vernon Kolkowski, the man Keith Kent had seen with Ronstadt inside the Zurcher Kredit in Basel. Kent's description fitted perfectly. Newman joined Marler.
'You had company.'
'Mornin' to you, Bob,' Marler drawled. 'And I knew I had company. He's standing in an alley leading to the Schwarzwalder Hof, watching me – while I watch some: thing else.'
'Which is?'
'Look across the square. Three black Audis parked close together. Four of Ronstadt's men getting into one car.'
'They're on the move…'
'Are they? Where are the rest of them? Eight more men – seven, now. I had an argument with one of them early this morning. He won't be arguing with anyone else ever again. There they go, driving off.'
'Did they have luggage?'
'Yes, each man carried a bag.'
'Then we'd better break all records getting to the Colombi so we can warn Tweed. Won't take us long to get there.'
'My idea too!'
In his room at the Colombi Jake Ronstadt was sprawled along an expensively upholstered couch. He had his back against one arm, his body and legs stretched out. He hadn't bothered to take off his boots, which rested on a decorated cushion. His mobile phone had started buzzing
'Yeah?'
'Vernon here. It worked like a dream.'
'Get your head screwed on, Vernon. I do like specifics.'
'Your plan. The guy who went out early this morning – and Bernie follows him – was eating a late breakfast. I sent out four of my guys with bags through the restaurant. The guy leaves the rest of his breakfast, follows my four to their Audi. Another guy – one of them – joins him. They stand in the square, watch the Audi take off, then they move like hell away from the square. Could they be comin' to your place?'
'Of course they are, Brainless.'
'So I tells the six still here to pack and we all move. off with Brad in the Audi that's just left?'
'Brainless, you stay exactly where you are until you hear from me. Are you listenin' with both your thick ears?' Ronstadt snarled.
'Sure, Chief.'
'When I say you stays there you all stays in your rooms. Got it?'
'Sure, Chief.'
'Miracles sometimes happen. Brad and his three men don't go to the base. They waits at the point I tells you about earlier.'
'Brad knows. I marked the place on a map, the place you described to me. Brad said looks like they's gonna have-to drive up a bloody mountain,' Vernon warned.
'That's his problem. They got food and drink? They's gonna have to wait a long time. Till after dark. Till a coupla white Audis follow me along that road into Hollental. Did Brad get the crowbars?'
'Sure, Chief. Sent him out early this mornin' and he finds a car spares shop. He buys three crowbars, has 'em well wrapped, and he locks them in the Audi. He said it sounds like a long wait and a lot of hard work diggin' out boulders. If there are any.'
'There are. I noticed them last time I visited the base when I flew over earlier in the year. Can't start an avalanche without a bit of work. Go back to your room, Brainless.'
'That's where I am now.'
'Get some sleep, if you want to. Keep the phone close to your thick ear. Get the kitchen there to make up food packs for all of you. With drink,' Ronstadt demanded.
'Sure, Chief.'
'Another miracle. You musta eaten a lotta fish. Good for the brain. Eat a whole lot more…'
Ronstadt cut the connection. He stretched out a bit further on the couch. This was an unusual experience. Enjoying a bit of comfort. He grinned savagely and said the words aloud.
'Good place for you to end your career, Tweed. In the dark of the Black Forest.'
36
'No! Definitely not!' said Tweed.
Ten minutes earlier he had listened in silence while Newman and Marler told him what they had seen close to the Minster. In his room, when they had arrived, were also Paula and Keith Kent. Newman let Marler speak first. Then he reported what Denise Chatel had told him when they'd breakfasted together in the cafe further into Freiburg. Tweed stood as he listened, close to a window with hands clasped behind his back, his eyes fixed on whichever man was speaking. It was after Newman made a suggestion that Tweed spoke so emphatically.
'So,' Newman had remarked, 'we think the best thing is to leave here now, follow that Audi – I'm sure we can catch them up on the main route into Hollental.'
'What's your objective?' Newman persisted in response to Tweed's vehement rejection. 'Or perhaps I should say objection? They have made a fatal mistake. They've split their forces. We can destroy them piecemeal.'
'My main objective is to destroy their base.' Tweed took from his pocket an envelope, extracted the two fake British banknotes they had obtained in St Ursanne. 'I'm convinced the Americans have devised a deadly plan to destabilize Britain.'
'I don't see their significance,' said Paula.
'Oh, you will, you will. Marler, you've just told me about how you dealt with Bernie Warner, whoever he was. Did you notice whether the tips of his fingers were dirty?'
'Yes, I did. At the time I didn't think anything of it. They were stained black.'
'Printing ink,' said Tweed. 'You probably exterminated one of Ronstadt's key men.' His voice took on a grimmer note. 'But we must destroy that base. And the only man who'll lead us to it is Ronstadt. So we have to wait until he leaves here on his way to Hollental. Have you a good supply of explosives, Marler?'
'Enough to blow half Freiburg sky high.'
