achievement. A week ago I went to the villa… you remember I have a key… and I concealed a camera in one of the window recesses. The camera was focused on the bed. I had an electrician with me. He worked on the sun lamp switch by the bed. Larry had only to touch the switch to set off the camera shutter, the flash light and trip the fuses. It was quite a performance.”
She drew in a long, slow breath, trying to control her rising fury.
“You mean you hired an electrician to make this blackmail trap?”
He lifted his hands.
“My dear girl, you don’t imagine I’m clever enough to do a job like that? But don’t worry. He was very well paid. He just thought I was eccentric… you know the Swiss.”
“And you got someone to process the photograph?”
“Now, come, Helga, I’m not stupid. I hired a dark room of a local photographic store. I did the processing myself. I’m rather good with a camera.”
She sat for a long moment absorbing what he had told her, then she said, “And Larry?”
“He’s quite a character, isn’t he?” Archer drew on his cigar and stared up at the ceiling. “I knew for certain I would have trouble with you. When the money went down the drain, I knew I had to find a means of controlling your first impulse to rush to Herman and tell him what had happened. I also knew Herman would prosecute. Everyone has a weakness that can be exploited in one way or another. We have known each other now for some ten years. I know your weakness.” He looked at her. “You have been married to an impotent cripple for four years… a little more. You will inherit sixty million dollars so long as you behave yourself but I was certain you weren’t living like a nun. I decided to bait a hook for you. Frankly, Helga, with any other woman I wouldn’t have attempted it: the trouble, the money spent, the rushing here and there would have been too long odds, but with you, I felt it was worth a try. I knew you were arriving in Hamburg to pick up the car. Two days before you arrived I flew to Hamburg and began to look around. I wanted to find a virile, presentable young man without scruples. Not an impossible task in Hamburg where the dregs of the world come together. I found Larry. In the Reeperbahn, if you look hard enough, you are certain to find someone to do anything no matter how disreputable so long as the money is right.” He paused, then went on. “Larry was trying to persuade a young whore to take him home for nothing. She slapped his face and spat at him. I followed him into the street and we got talking. He asked me for money. He has beguiling warmth, hasn’t he? I am a man and you are a woman. I saw through this hick act of his whereas you fell for it as I was sun would. I told him I had a job for him. We went to a bar and I told him I wanted him to seduce an attractive woman so I could blackmail her. I offered him one thousand dollars to do the job. I felt quite safe telling him this. I was unknown to him: a man who had picked him up in the street. If he refused, then I could walk out and leave him, but, of course, he didn’t refuse.” He leaned forward to tap his ash into the ashtray. “I wasn’t sure where you would stay the night in Hamburg, but I knew you were seeing Schultz on business in Bonn and I knew where you always stayed there. I hired a car and drove Larry to Bonn. The more I talked with him, the more I was convinced that you would fall for him; but I wasn’t absolutely certain, and I had to be certain. So as a second line of attack, I dreamed up this passport gimmick. In any case, Larry had to have a new passport. He had deserted from the Army and had got mixed up in some riot. The German police and the U.S. Army police were hunting for him. I felt, if played on your generosity, you would fix him up. It was all a gamble, of course, but I knew you well enough to make the odds acceptable. Before I left Bonn I bugged your car. There is a new electronic eavesdropper on the market now that is fantastically efficient. The bug is the size of a thimble and has an impressive range. I then pointed you out to Larry as you arrived at the Konigshof hotel. Once I knew Larry had made contact with you and when he told me you wanted to take him to Switzerland, I knew you had swallowed the bait. It remained to be seen if the hook caught hold. I knew your hour of departure and I went on ahead. I was about a half a kilometre ahead of you all the time and I overheard your conversation. I speeded up and called on Friedlander who Larry had told me about. It was easy to bribe him. He promised that his assistant would take photographs of you and Larry when you arrived at his apartment. I have a good photograph of you passing Friedlander three thousand francs. Herman might well ask you why you paid such a sum unless the boy involved, was your lover. Not a strong card, but something. I really pinned my hopes on you taking Larry to the villa. I was driving ahead of you when you left Basle and I heard you telling Larry you wanted him to see your home. I knew my gamble had come off.” He smiled. “Larry nearly broke my ear drums with his whoop of triumph. He had assured me you would take him to your home and I had betted him another five hundred dollars he wouldn’t pull it off.”
Helga stubbed out her cigarette and lit another. She remembered Larry’s exuberant cry: “Boy! Am I lucky! Boy! Boy! Boy!” She remembered she had wondered about that: so this was the explanation.
“Of course it was still a gamble,” Archer went on. “You could have raped him in the sitting-room, but I know your style. When there is a bed handy, you use a bed. Anyway, I have a photograph and so we are partners.”
“You certainly value your skin, don’t you?” she said.
“I told you: I’m not the sinking type. Well, Helga, you now know the situation. Are you running to Herman?”
“I get nothing in return?”
“If you mean you don’t get the negatives… you don’t. But you can forget them. They’ll be completely safe. After all, Helga, if you fall, I fall too: we’re partners for as long as Herman lives.”
“Where are the negatives?”
He smiled.
“Winging their way safely to my bank in an envelope marked to be opened only in the event of my death. You are a dangerous woman, Helga. I’m taking no chances. I don’t say you would try to murder me, but I don’t want you to have the slightest temptation to do so. I must admit you nearly gave me a heart attack when you let off that gun.”
Her eyes narrowed. “So it was you I heard?”
“That’s right. While you were hunting for Larry I was getting the camera. You very nearly caught me at it. Incidentally, you had better get an electrician to re-fix the sun ray lamp if you intend to use it.”
“So the negatives will be lodged in your bank,” Helga said. “The envelope is to be opened in the event of your death. If you die what do you imagine the manager of the bank will do when he sees the contents?” She was probing for information and she regarded him with a contemptuous smile. “He will destroy the photographs.”
“No, he won’t. When he opens the envelope he will find inside another sealed envelope with instructions to send this envelope to Herman. I don’t trust you, Helga. I repeat you are a dangerous woman.”
“You’re not being fair to me, are you? You live too well. You have become fat and soft. You could drop dead: men of your age are continually dropping dead through overindulgence. You fly a lot in these little planes. They are not oversafe. You could he killed in a crash. You could have a motoring accident. You could cease to live any time from tonight. You are striking a hard bargain.”
“Put like that I suppose I am, but I would rather be safe than murdered, Helga. You must hope that I keep alive.” He looked at his watch. “I have a busy day tomorrow. It’s my bedtime. Will you please initial the stock list?”
“When are you leaving?”
“Sometime tomorrow afternoon… why the interest?”
“I want to think about all this,” she said and got to her feet “I’ll give you my decision at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”
He sat upright and his heavy face became set. For the first time since she had known him she saw him without his smooth charm.
“Decision?” There was a harsh note in his voice she had never heard before. “What do you mean? You have no choice! I have you where I want you! Initial those pages at once!”
Her lips moved into a stiff smile.
“I agree, Jack… you have me where you want me, but I too have you where I want you. I am facing the loss of sixty million dollars: you are facing at least ten years in a Swiss prison. From what I hear the Establissement de l’Orbe isn’t a convalescent home.”
His eyes turned vicious.
“You are in no position to threaten me! I know what money means to you! Now, cut this out! Initial those pages!”
She shook her head.
“I have a decision to make. I have to convince myself that all that money is worth being landed with a
