collection in Southampton. All my regular drivers are spoken for. Would you be an angel on this occasion and help me out?' His eyes uplifted in appeal reminded me of one of those plaster dogs used as collection-boxes for animal charities. 'It is extremely urgent.'
I hesitated. If he had given me my orders straightforwardly, I wouldn't have thought twice about them. The way he'd asked made me suspicious. In view of his lifestyle I'd sometimes wondered if all his activities were strictly within the law. The last thing I wanted was to get drawn into some racket. 'What exactly is it?' I asked.
'Teddy bears.'
After an interval to be certain that I'd heard correctly, I said, 'Teddies?
'Eight hundred teddies made in Taiwan. Very small. About this size.' He made a space between the thumb and forefinger of one hand. 'They don't weigh much at all. They're in four cartons that will easily fit into the car.'
An alert was sounding in my head. My brain hammered out possibilities like a teleprinter. Southampton docks… import licence… dangerous toys… hidden drugs…
'The paperwork is all in order, if that's what you're thinking about,' he said to reassure me. 'You just show the pass I'll give you, Dana, collect them from the warehouse and bring them back here. Well, not here. There's a lock-up garage in Whiteladies Road. I'll give you the key.'
'May I ask what the urgency is, if it's just a load of teddies?' I enquired, trying to sound merely curious.
He spread his hands as if it were obvious. 'Come on, you must have heard of the big charity day at Longleat House. The Teddy Bears' Picnic, this Saturday. Every bear of any distinction is there. Hundreds of teddies. And children, of course. I've been asked to supply these mini-bears for souvenirs, and I can't let the kiddies down.'
'Oh.' I could almost hear that song about the teddy bears' picnic. Suddenly I felt extremely foolish.
And Stanley Buckle was grinning.
I agreed to make the delivery, of course.
I was on the A36 approaching Warminster when I was stopped. The trip had gone smoothly enough until then. I had found the warehouse in Southampton docks without difficulty, signed for the teddies and loaded the four cartons into the back of the Mercedes. I'd travelled some forty miles on the return and was through Heytesbury when I noticed a red car following me. At one stage I moved over, but they made no attempt to overtake, so I put my foot down a little because I didn't like being tailgated. A mile or so further on, I looked in the mirror again and saw a blue flashing light on the roof of the pursuing car. It hadn't been there before. The two men inside weren't wearing police uniforms as far as I could make out, but they were flashing their headlights like crazy, so I stopped at the next lay-by, and so did they.
I wound down the window.
The man at the car door told me he was from the police. He held up an identity card that looked official. He told me to turn off the engine and remove the key.
I obeyed, and the conversation went something like this.
'Did you know you were exceeding seventy miles an hourjust now?'
'I wasn't aware of it.'
'Do you know the limit, miss?'
'Sixty on this stretch.'
'Where are you travelling?'
'Bristol. I've come from Southampton.'
'Business?'
'Yes.' As I spoke I thought of the packages in the boot.
He asked for my name and some form of identification. Then he asked the nature of my business. I described myself as a driver. There was a horrid sense of inevitability about the whole thing. I was asked to step out of the car and somehow I knew it wasn't to be breathalysed.
The second man had got out of the red car and walked over to join us. He showed me his identification. He was a detective inspector.
'Is the boot locked, miss?'
'I believe so.'
'Would you unlock it, please?'
I obeyed and pulled up the lid.
The four cartons lay there. I thought of my boss at leisure beside his pool while I went through this ordeal. If they found something and charged me, I would bloody well see that Mr Buckle took the rap. There might be honour among thieves, but I was no thief. Nor did I knowingly have possession of whatever items of contraband might be in those boxes. I would lose my job, but that would be less of a disaster than acquiring a criminal record.
One of the policeman asked, 'What's in those, miss?'
'Teddy bears,' I said, trying to sound convincing. If I was going to plead not guilty it was vital to stick to the story I'd been fed.
Glances were exchanged. The first said, 'What did you say the name of your firm is?'
'You didn't ask me. It's Realbrew Ales Limited, but I was asked to collect the teddies as a personal favour to my boss.'
'Personal. He likes bears, does he?'
I explained about the picnic at Longleat.
'I think we'd better have a look at these teddies. Would you mind opening one of the cartons?'
Squirming on the hook, I said, 'They don't belong to me. I require some authority.'
The inspector nodded. 'You can tell the owner we identified ourselves as policemen and asked for your co- operation. I take it you're willing to co-operate?'
I was handed a penknife. The pulse was still thumping in my head. I cut a line along the vinyl tape that sealed the lid.
'Remove the packing, miss.'
I lifted aside a layer of foam rubber – and a tremor of relief ran through me as I saw twenty-five small yellow teddy bears in five ranks lying on a bed of polystyrene.
The police insisted that I lift out each layer of bears until they had seen the entire contents of the box. Two hundred bears. Then they asked me to unfasten the other cartons. There was nothing to be gained by protesting; clearly they expected to find something. I felt the same flutter of nerves at each layer, but rank after rank of teddy bears gazed innocently up at me until the entire consignment had been checked.
The inspector picked up one of the bears and turned it over, examining it minutely. He and the other policeman withdrew a few yards and conferred. I watched them twist the teddy's head and limbs. The inspector gave it a shake and held it to his ear. He put it to his nose and sniffed it. The whole thing would have been laughable if I hadn't felt so intimidated by their suspicion.
Whatever they'd decided, it required some authority, because the inspector went to their car and used the two-way radio.
I tried to contain my anxiety by busying myself repacking the cartons until the policemen approached me again. The inspector handed me the teddy bear.
'In view of the way you have co-operated, I won't be reporting you for exceeding the speed limit on this occasion, miss, but take this as a serious warning. The limit is for your own protection as well as that of other road users.' He said nothing about the bears.
I murmured something suitably contrite.
The pair of them returned to their car and drove away.
Mr Buckle was still beside the pool when I returned to his house. He had turned the lounger the other way to stay facing the sun and his skin looked as if it might be sore later. He wasn't alone. There were two other middle- aged fellows in shorts playing cards under a sunshade beside the pool. They didn't look up. A third man was swimming lengths with a slow breast-stroke, and I had to look twice at his long hair, fanned on the water, before deciding that it wasn't white, but pale blond. He glanced across and assessed me in the way that men do. Apparently I wasn't worth even a passing nod.
My boss was asleep. I had to say his name twice. Then he stirred and asked me what time it was.
I told him and asked if we could speak privately, to which he said ther^ ''s nothing he couldn't discuss in front of his friends.
