Kahlenberg sat back in his chair. A little smile that gave him a devilish expression lit up his face.
So the Borgia ring was lethal.
Chapter Eight
When Gaye and Garry returned to their suite, they found all the windows and the doors leading to the terrace closed and the air conditioner in operation.
Garry went immediately to the terrace doors and tried to open them, but they were securely locked and the key had been removed. When he tried to open one of the windows, he found it immovable.
'Battened down for the night,' he said, scratching his head. Now, how the hell is Fennel going to get in?'
'I thought you were being over optimistic. Is it likely they would leave all this open at night?' Gaye asked, sitting on the arm of a lounging chair. 'What are you going to do?'
'Alert Fennel. It's his job to get in. Maybe he can cope with this lock.' Garry looked at his watch. The time was 22.00 hrs. He sat down and looked across at Gaye. 'We have an hour to wait. What did you think of Kahlenberg?'
Gaye grimaced.
'I didn't like him. I think he was bored with me and a man wh0 finds me boring can't expect to be my favourite person.' She laughed. 'What did you think of him?'
'He's dangerous,' Garry said soberly. 'I'll go further than that. I get the feeling, watching him, he isn't quite sane. I still have the idea we have walked into a trap. But as we're here, we'd be nuts not to have a go at the ring. I wonder if he was lying when he said the grounds weren't patrolled at night. I'll have to warn Fennel to be careful as he comes.'
'You don't think he's sane . . . what do you mean?'
'There's something about his eyes . . . I'm not saying he is mad, but off balance.'
'I'm sure you're imagining all this, Garry. I can't believe he could have let us see the museum if he really suspected us. I think he is soured by being a cripple, and if he was distant, then it was probably due to that . . . for all you know, he may be in pain.'
'You could be right,' Garry shrugged. 'But the whole set-up seems to me too easy.'
'Are you going to check on the elevator?'
'Of course. If it isn't working, I don't see how we can get at the door of the museum. I'll wait half an hour, then I'll go out and see.' He got up, crossed to the door and opened it. He looked down the deserted corridor. It was lighted, and in the far distance he could see the end of it terminating in double doors. 'No one about.' He returned to the lounge, closing the door. 'Could be tricky. If Tak or one of the servants come out of any of those rooms while I'm out there, I'm fixed. A fly couldn't hide out there.'
'You can always say you're walking in your sleep.'
Garry frowned at her.
'I wish you would take this more seriously. You don't seem to realize if we're caught we could be in a very nasty situation.'
'Let's worry about that if and when it happens.'
Garry suddenly grinned.
'I guess you're right. Come here and be kissed.'
She shook her head.
'Not now . . . we're working.'
He hesitated, then lighting a cigarette, he dropped into a chair.
'If we get away with this, what are you going to do with the money, Gaye?' he asked.
'Save it. I save all my money and invest it at six per cent in a Swiss bank. Soon, I'll have a nice income and then Shalik can look
for another slave.'
