number. Read it out.
'That's what I dialled,' Gilbert said.
'It can't be. Try again.' I'd never thought of myself as an actor but I found it quite easy to pretend.
Gilbert dialled again, frowning, and I thought it time to be agitated and anxious.
'You must get through,' I said. 'I've worried and rushed all day to get those tapes here, and now you must ring Angelo, he must leave my wife.'
In experience of command he had tough years of advantage, but then I too was accustomed to having to control wily opponents, and when I took a step towards him it was clear to both of us that physically I was taller and fitter and quite decisively stronger.
He said hastily, 'I'll try the operator,' and I fidgetted and fumed around him in simulated anxiety while the operator tried without success and reported the number out of order.
'But it can't be,' I yelled. 'You've got to ring Angelo.'
Harry Gilbert simply stared at me, knowing that it was impossible.
I cut the decibels a shade but looked as furious as I could, and said, 'We'll have to go there.'
'But Angelo said…'
'I don't give a damn what Angelo said,' I said forcefully. 'He won't leave that house until he knows you've got the tapes, and now it seems you can't tell him you have. So we'll bloody well have to go there and tell him. And I'm absolutely fed up with all this buggering about.'
'You can go,' Gilbert said. I'm not coming.'
'Yes you are. I'm not walking up to that house alone with Angelo inside it with that pistol. He said I was to give the tapes to you, and that's what I've done, and you've got to come with me to tell him so. And I promise you,' I said threateningly, warming to the part, 'that I'll take you with me one way or another. Knocked out or tied up or just sitting quietly in the front seat beside me. Because you're the only one Angelo will listen to.' I snatched up the cassettes lying beside the computer. 'If you want these tapes back you'll come with me.'
He agreed to come. He hadn't much choice. I pulled the cases for the tapes out of my pocket and showed him the labels, Oklahoma, The King and I, West Side Story. Then I ejected the cassette which was still in the recorder and put all three of the tapes into their cases. 'And we'll take these,' I said,'to prove to Angelo that you have them.'
He agreed to that also. He came out with me to my car, slamming his own front door behind him, and sat in the front passenger seat.
'I'll hold the tapes,' he said.
I put them, however, on the glove shelf out of his immediate reach and told him he could have them once we got to Norwich.
It was a strange journey.
He was a far more powerful man than I would normally have thought of opposing, yet I was discovering that I had probably always thought of myself as being weaker than I was. For the whole of my life I had gone in awe of headmasters; as a pupil, as a student, as a teacher. Even when I'd disagreed or despised or rebelled, I'd never tried actively to defeat. One could easily be chucked out of school and out of college and out of the better jobs in physics.
Harry Gilbert couldn't chuck me out of anything, and perhaps that was the difference. I could face his belief in his own superiority and not be intimidated by it. I could use my wits and my muscles to get him to do what I wanted. It was heady stuff. Have to be careful, I reflected, not to develop delusions of grandeur of my own.
Angelo, I thought suddenly, feels just as I do. Feels the spreading of the wings of internal power. Feels he can do more than he realised. Sees his world isn't as constricting as he thought. Angelo too was emerging into a new conception of ability… but in him there were no brakes.
'There is someone there with Angelo,' I said. 'My wife said 'they'.' I spoke neutrally, without aggression.
Gilbert sat heavily silent.
'When Angelo came to my house,' I said,'there was another man with him. Very like Angelo in looks. Did what Angelo told him.'
After a pause Gilbert shrugged and said, 'Eddy. Angelo's cousin. Their mothers were twins.'
'Italian?' I said.
Another pause. Then, 'We are all Italian by descent.'
'But born in England?'
'Yes. Why do you ask?'
I sighed. 'Just to pass the journey.'
He grunted, but gradually a good deal of his resentment of my behaviour subsided. I had no idea whether or not he considered it justified.
Anxiety on my part didn't need to be acted. I found myself drumming my fingers on the steering wheel when stopped by red lights and cursing long lorries which delayed my passing. By the time we got to Norwich, it would be over the four hours I'd warned Angelo to expect, and of all things that I didn't want, it was Angelo ballooning into premature rage.
'Will you pay Mrs O'Rorke anything for these tapes?' I said.
A pause. 'No.'
'Not even without Angelo knowing?'
He gave me a fierce sideways glare. 'Angelo does what I tell him. Whether I pay or don't pay Mrs O'Rorke is nothing to do with him.'
If he believed all that, I thought, he was deluding himself. Or perhaps he still wanted to believe what had so far been true. Perhaps he truly didn't see that his days of domination over Angelo were ticking away fast.
Just let them last, I thought, for another two hours.
CHAPTER 10
The long lingering evening was slowly dying by the time we reached Norwich, though it wouldn't be totally dark for another hour. I drove into the Keithlys' road from the direction that would place Gilbert nearest to the house when I pulled up at the kerb: Angelo had seen my car at his father's house as I had seen his, and the sight of it would alarm him.
'Please get out of the car as soon as I stop,' I said to Gilbert. 'So that Angelo can see you.'
He grunted, but when I pulled up he opened the door as I'd suggested, and gave any watchers from behind the curtains a full view of his lumbering exit from the front seat.
'Wait,' I said, standing up on my own side and talking to him across the top of the car. 'Take the tapes.' I reached across the top of the car and gave them to him. 'Hold them up,' I said,'so that Angelo can see them.'
'You give too many orders.'
'I don't trust your son any more than he trusts me.'
He gave me a bullish stare of fully revived confidence, but he did in fact turn and lift the tapes, showing them to the house.
Behind his back I leant down and picked up the towel-wrapped rifle, holding it longways with the stock to my chest and the flap of my jacket falling over it.
Angelo opened the front door, shielding himself half behind it.
'Go in,' I said to Gilbert. 'This street is full of people watching through the curtains.'
He gave an automatically alarmed look at being spied on and began to walk towards his son. I slid round the car fast and walked close behind him, almost stepping on his heels.
'Explain,' I said urgently.
His head lifted ominously, but he said loudly to Angelo, 'Your telephone's out of order.'
''What?' Angelo exclaimed, opening the door a fraction wider. 'It can't be.'
Gilbert said impatiently, 'It is. Don't be a fool. Why else would I come all this way?'
Angelo turned away from the door and strode into the sitting-room, which was where the telephone was located. I heard him pick up the receiver and rattle the cradle, and slam the instrument down again.
