But Tom was scared.
'This is out of our class. A man like that . . . he could have a gun.'
'So what? So he has a gun . . . we have two and a half million dollars! If you can't handle him, I know I can!'
Tom moved uneasily.
'How you talk! Always the big mouth! I still think we should go to the police.'
'Oh, for God's sake! We're not going to the police!'
They came within sight of the Sting Ray. He pulled up and got out of the Buick.
The note he had written was still under the windscreen wiper. He slipped it out and shoved it into his pocket. Well, he thought, beginning to relax, at least here's luck. This guy didn't find my car.
Going back to the Buick, he took out the new oil pump he had picked up at the G.M. garage and then set to work to change the dud for the new one.
Sheila walked into the glade and Maisky saw her. He watched her as she wandered around. In spite of his anxiety, his elderly lust was aroused. He eyed her heavy breasts and the slow roll of her buttocks as she walked.
This, he thought, could be one hell of a lay.
He was sorry when she went down the path on to the dirt road and he lost sight of her. He heard them talking, then a car started up. With a grinding roar and a rattle, the car moved off.
Maisky steeled himself, then walked down the path to the Buick. His hand was shaking as he unlocked the boot. He lifted the lid and then stood motionless. In a frenzy of sudden rage, he spat into the empty boot.
They had found and taken the carton!
* * *
Tom drove his car into the garage and cut the engine. Sheila slid out of the car and shut the garage doors. They walked quickly through the kitchen and then into the sitting-room. They stood looking at the carton, then Sheila lifted the lid.
'I never thought I would live to see so much money,' she said huskily. Squatting down on her heels, she picked up one of the packets and pressed it to her breasts. 'Two and a half million dollars . . . it's a dream!'
Tom dropped into a lounging chair. He felt shaky and scared. 'We can't keep it. We must tell the police.'
She dropped the packet of money back into the carton.
'We are going to keep it . . . all of it.' Going to the cocktail cabinet, *she poured two big whiskies and gave him one. 'Here . . .'
Tom swallowed the drink at a gulp. The spirit immediately hit him. He felt suddenly fine and a little reckless.
'No one knows we have it,' Sheila said, sitting down and sipping her drink. 'We must now use our heads. This is a gift . . . make up your mind about it. We are going to keep it.'
Tom felt the whisky move through him.
'Okay . . . so suppose we are crazy enough to keep it? We can't spend it. Everyone knows in this goddam town that we never have any money. So what do we do with it?'
She looked thoughtfully at him, thinking this was a step in the right direction. At least he was becoming co- operative.
'We wait. In a few months' time it will be safe to move it out of here. They can't keep the road blocks going for ever. When things cool down, we'll blow.'
Tom ran sweating fingers through his hair.
'So? What the hell do we do with this right now? Leave it here?'
'No . . . we'll bury it. That patch of ground under the kitchen window . . . we'll bury it there.'
He stared at her, worried. She seemed to have an answer for everything.
'You realise we could go to jail for twenty years?'
'You realise we now own two and a half million dollars?'
Tom got to his feet. She was too strong for him. Maybe she could steer this thing right. He knew he was doing wrong, but even against his pricking conscience, the thought of owning all this money was too much for him.
'Okay. This is your funeral. I've got to go. Look at the time. I'm late already. What are we going to do with this box right now?'
Sheila hesitated, then said, 'Let's put it in the spare bedroom. We can cover it with the eiderdown.'
'If we are going to go through with this, you will be chained to this house. You can't go out. You realise this?'
'Do you think that's so rough? Keeping watch over this kind of money isn't a hardship.'
'It could go on for months.'
'So, okay. I'll stay right here for months.'
He hesitated, then gave up.
