surprise at the appropriate moment.”
Salter stared at him in amazement. “You must be raving bloody mad. Are you a lunatic or something?”
“It’s been suggested before.”
Salter turned to the other three. “Did you hear that? We’ve got a bleeding loony here.” He turned back to Dillon. “But I like you. Not only will I do it, you can call me Harry.”
“Terrific,” Dillon said. “Could I have another Bushmills?”
“I can do better, much better.” Salter opened the fridge at the back of the bar, took out a bottle, and turned. “Krug champagne, my old son. How does that suit you?”
NINE
THE FOLLOWING DAY was Thursday, and when Dillon went into Hannah Bernstein’s office on the third floor at the Ministry of Defence it was just before noon.
“My God, Dillon, what time do you call this? He’s been asking for you.”
“The hard night I had, girl dear. In fact, I only came in to ask you to have a delicious light luncheon with me.”
“You’re quite mad.” She pressed her intercom. “He’s here, Brigadier.”
“Send him in.” There was a pause. “And you, Chief Inspector.”
She led the way, opening the door for Dillon, who advanced to the desk, where Ferguson was working at a pile of papers. He didn’t look up.
“God save the good work,” Dillon said and waited. Ferguson ignored him and the Irishman laughed. “God save you kindly is the correct answer to that, Brigadier.”
Ferguson sat back. “I am well aware that as a boy you went to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, Dillon. I am well aware that you actually acted with the National Theatre.”
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“Until you decided to take up the theater of the street for the IRA. As my mother, God rest her, was Irish, I do my best to understand you, but your constant role of the stage Irishman proves wearisome.”
“God save us, Your Honor, but I’ll try to mend my ways.”
“For God’s sake, be serious. You’re leaving me with egg on my face because of this ridiculous bet with Carter. You know how much the Intelligence Service hates our very existence. They’d like nothing better than to make me look a fool in front of the Prime Minister.”
“Don’t I know that?” Dillon said. “That’s why I thought I’d make Carter look the fool.”
Ferguson frowned. “Are you seriously telling me you think you can?”
“Of course.”
The Brigadier frowned. “Where have you been? It’s almost noon.”
“I had a hard night preparing the way, so to speak.”
“Tell me.”
“You wouldn’t want to know,” Dillon said. “But one thing I’ll promise you. The next time you’ll see me will be at ten-thirty tomorrow morning on the Terrace together with the President of the United States and the Prime Minister.”
Ferguson sat back staring at him. “My God, Sean, you actually think you can do it?”
“I know I can, Brigadier, and watch yourself. You just called me Sean.”
“Are you going to tell me how?”
“Aspects of it are so illegal that it’s better you shouldn’t know. I’ll discuss it with this good-looking woman here if I can take her to lunch.”
Ferguson laughed in spite of himself. “Oh, go on, you rogue. Get out of here, but if it costs me five hundred pounds it comes out of your salary.”
They returned to Hannah’s office. She said, “You really think you can pull it off?”
“Nothing is impossible to the great Dillon. A magician, that’s what British Intelligence called me in the great days in Ulster. They never laid hands on me once, Hannah, your lot. The master of disguise. Did I tell you about the time I dressed as a woman?”
“I don’t want to know this, Dillon, because if I do, I have to consider how many you killed.”
“Fighting a war, Hannah, that’s what I was doing, but that was then and this is now. Get your coat and we’ll away. I am right about Jewish people? No shellfish, but you can eat smoked salmon?”
“Of course. Why?”
“Good. Krug champagne, scrambled eggs, and smoked salmon, the best in town.”
“But where?”
He held her coat for her. “Jesus, girl, but will you stop asking all these questions?”
HE TOOK HER to the Piano Bar at the Dorchester, the best in London with its magnificent mirrored ceiling, was greeted by the manager as an old friend, and led to a booth. Dillon ordered his usual, Krug champagne non-vintage and scrambled eggs, smoked salmon, and a salad for both of them.
“God, but you live well, Dillon,” she said. “That’s an Armani suit you’re wearing and you can afford these prices.”
“I’m still trying to spend some of that six hundred thousand pounds I got out of Michael Aroun for failing to blow up the Prime Minister and the War Cabinet at Number Ten during the Gulf War.”
“You’ve no shame, have you? None at all?”
“Why pretend? It’s what I was and it’s what I am. The same man, Hannah my love, and times you’ve been glad of it.”
The champagne came, was opened, and poured. He toasted her. “To the best-looking policeman in London.”
“That kind of flattery gets you nowhere. Now tell me what’s going on.”
WHEN HE WAS finished, she gazed at him in horror. “You used me, you used privileged police intelligence to get a notorious gangster and his men off the hook?”
“He’s not such a bad old stick.” Dillon sipped some champagne. “And I needed him.”
“How could you do such a thing?”
“Come off it, Hannah. Ferguson does things to suit himself all the time. What about that Lithuanian bastard, Platoff, the other month? If ever a man deserved to be shot it was him, but he was more useful to us than the other people, so Ferguson did a deal and, as I remember, you brokered it.”
She glared at him. “Damn you, Dillon.”
“Sure and you look lovely when you’re angry.” The waiter approached at that moment with their food. “Eat up like a good girl.”
“Dillon, you are a sexist pig.”
“And you are a nice Jewish girl who should be having babies and making her husband’s life miserable instead of shooting people on behalf of Scotland Yard.”
She laughed, in spite of herself. “This is lovely. So tell me how you intend to do it.”
“The river. I’ll swim in.”
“But the current there can be ferocious with the tide running. It’s suicide, Dillon. You mustn’t.”
“Yes, you’re right. That’s why the Terrace is a weak spot in the security system.”
“But how can you hope to get away with it?”
“Difficult, but not impossible,” and he explained.
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