understand!'
'I'm afraid I do ... the trouble with you is you have grown up physically too fast and mentally too slow. We're wasting time. Are you sure you don't want the army to rescue you?'
'I would rather die!'
'You probably could. All right... fair enough. Girls with principles bore me. They're always a nuisance. Well then, I'll run along. You stay right here until they find you. I don't need the U.S. Army to get me out of here. Since you are stuck with your principles, I leave you with them. So long... thank for the bed session which was wonderful.'
As he got to his feet, Gilly grabbed his arm.
'You're not leaving me?'
'Yes,.. reluctantly, but I am leaving you. I believe in looking after myself. Beautiful dumb girls with political ideas are always a hindrance. Give me ten minutes, then either sit tight or go down and talk to the count... who knows, he might just possibly marry you, but I suspect he will slit your pretty throat.'
'How I hate you!' Gilly exploded. 'How can you think of leaving me?'
'Don't get worked up, baby,' Girland said soothingly. 'It's your choice. There is another possible alternative.' He sat down again. 'You and I could make a deal. I could get you out of here without calling in the U.S. Army, but we would have to come to an agreement first'
'What do you mean? What agreement?'
'You would have to promise me to leave your father alone in the future. You would also have to promise me that you will give up running around with this half-baked Ban War organisation and you would have to promise me never ever again to make a stag film.'
She drew in a long, quivering breath.
'So you really are working for my father!'
'No . . . I'm working for myself. I am a mercenary. I took your father's assignment for the money. I don't give a damn about him, but when I take an assignment, I deliver. You either give me your promise or I'm going to walk out on you. I can always take care of myself. Frankly, Gilly, I don't give a damn about you or your father. If you think you can take care of yourself and get to Paris and make more blue films, you go ahead and do it.'
'This is blackmail,' Gilly said, suddenly calm.
'So what? Is it against the rules to blackmail a blackmailer?' Girland asked. 'There is time... think it over... I'm going to admire the view.'
He crossed the room, opened the french windows and moved silently out on to the balcony.
The long searching finger of the searchlight was still probing the forest. He could see a group of men, wearing the count's livery, moving across the lawn towards the forest. He again heard the metallic voice of the count over the speakers repeating his warning that the walls were lethal.
He remained out in the darkness watching the activity below, glad now there were no dogs. However, there were plenty of men and he made a rough count . . . possibly twenty-six or even thirty. It was difficult to count them as they kept disappearing and reappearing in the light of the searchlight. Finally, he decided he had given Gilly long enough to make a decision. If he didn't get her promise - he wondered what her promise was worth - he wouldn't leave her, but he hoped his bluff had made an impression. He stepped back into the dark room, closing the french windows behind him.
'Well? Do we say good-bye?' he asked.
He could just see her, sitting on the settee. She was looking towards him.
'If I promise, what guarantee do I have that you will get me out of here?'
'What guarantee have I that you will keep your promise?' Girland came and sat by her side.
'When I make a promise, I keep it. All right... I'm a slut... I'm no good ... I have no morals . . . I'm an alley cat. . . but I do keep a promise.'
Listening to her strained, fierce whispering, Girland was impressed.
'If you don't keep this promise,' he said, 'then there is nothing in this world that can make any sense for you. You'd be better off dead.'
'Oh, stop nagging!' Gilly said angrily. 'When I make a promise I keep itl How many more times do I have to tell you!
But can you get me out of here alive?'
'I can't swear to it, Gilly. Out there are some thirty armed men. We have an electrified wall. We have an expert marksman armed with a sporting rifle who knows how to shoot fast. We have the count who won't let us go easily. A lot of odds .. . but I will try. Without you, I could get out, but with you, the operation slows down, and it will be much more difficult, but not impossible. I'll get you out of this if I possibly can. You haven't any alternative. Without me, you would never get out. With me you stand a good chance. If we fail... it won't matter about your promise. They have killed Rosnold... they have to kill us. It's as simple as that. You will have to do exactly what I tell you. You must try to keep your nerve. This isn't going to be easy ... but it is possible.'
'All right. . . when you get me out of here, I will give you my promise and I will keep it.'
'I'll accept that. Now let's do a little exploring. We have the night before us. Let's find a bed.'
'You don't mean you can even think of sleeping?'
'Why not? We have a long time ahead of us before we leave.'
'Why can't we go tonight?'
'I want those films. When I hand them over to your old man he is going to pay me ten thousand dollars. I need that money. So we stick around here until the films arrive. Then - and not before then - we'll leave.'
'You're crazy!' Gilly's voice shot up a note. 'You'll never get them! They'll never let us walk out of here!'
'Just relax, Gilly. You must have confidence in me. I'm not leaving here without those films. I've told you you have a good chance of getting out of here. Leave this to me. Now come on ... I want to find abed.'
Seeing the line of men coming towards the forest and towards where he was standing, Malik moved silently further into the undergrowth. Each advancing man was carrying a powerful flashlight as well as a shot-gun and the beams of light stabbed into the darkness.
This didn't worry Malik. He would never have ordered a search to be made in this forest in such darkness. To find any fugitive unless he betrayed his presence by noise was impossible in such surroundings.
He looked up at the tree against which he was standing. He could just make out a lower branch within his reach. He stepped back, jumped
and caught hold of the branch. Easily, he hauled himself up, and in a moment he was climbing the tree with the silent agility of a cat. He paused when he was half-way up the tree, straddled a branch and set his back against the trunk.
He waited, looking down, seeing the stabbing beams of the advancing flashlights, hearing the crashing of undergrowth as the men moved forward into the forest. They passed below him and sent on. He lifted his shoulders in contempt.
The search went on for an hour, then the leader of the party finally decided they were wasting time and energy. The men came back through the undergrowth. By now the time was 20.30 hrs and Malik, watching the men as they walked slowly across the lawn back to the Schloss, decided they were thinking of their dinner. He watched them disappear into a side entrance. A heavily-built man, wearing the count's livery, walked up the steps to where two men were sitting, waiting.
'Well?' Von Goltz snapped.
'It is impossible and useless, Excellency,' the man said. He was Sandeuer, von Goltz's trusted major-domo: a man of some forty years of age with a tanned, fleshy face and shifty, cunning eyes. 'We can't hope to find them in this darkness.
Tomorrow .. . yes, but not now.'
'Are you sure you will find them tomorrow?'
Sandeuer bowed.
'It will take a little time, Excellency, but they can't get away. Besides, by tomorrow, they will be hungry and thirsty.'
Von Goltz waved him away. When he had gone, Silk finished his whisky and soda and regarded von Goltz.
'You satisfied?'
