Floodgate (36 page)

'You understand correctly. 'It was Samuelson's turn to smile, the usual avuncular one. 'Both questions answered. You will excuse me a moment, gentlemen. I must tell the Reverend that it is earphones time.' Leonardo brought them their drinks. Van Effen thanked him and led the other two out on to the terrace. No one raised an eyebrow. Apart from the fact that they had already established reputations as eccentric fresh-air fiends, ii they wished to have a private conversation they had already had a long time to have held it upstairs.
Van Effen closed the door and said: 'Well, what do we make of that?' 'The four young ladies who appear to have recovered from their nervous exhaustion? They're talking among each other, not animatedly, not very cordially, but they're talking. And I don't for a moment believe they've come down to watch this next broadcast. 'George sipped his brandy thoughtfully. 'Somebody wants to talk to us.'
Van Effen nodded. 'Julie. Could be Annemarie, but my hunch is Julie.' He looked across at the loft door where the sentry was now pacing to and fro, perfectly steady on his feet and looking every inch a man devoted to his job. 'When we get back inside - which will be in a very few seconds, it's like an ice-box out here - I want you to wait a few discreet minutes, then wander aimlessly around, playing the role of a genial, middle-aged Lothario - just act your natural self, that is - and see if you can't have a word with Julie. just a few words and don't let her talk more than a few words with you. If necessary, just say the word "helicopter". She'll know what I mean, I'll try to get next to her and no one can hear a word on a helicopter. I don't want to go near her myself. If Samuelson has got a leary eye for anyone, it's for me.'
'A bagatelle,' George said.
They re-entered the living-room, both van Effen and Vasco giving exaggerated shudders: George was too big and well covered for that sort of thing.
Romero Agnelli smiled. 'Back so soon, gentlemen?'
'Fresh air is one thing,' van Effen said. 'The Polar ice-cap another.' He looked up at the flickering but silent TV set. 'Mr Samuelson not down yet?' 'He's hardly had time to get upstairs and back, has he,' Agnelli said reasonably. 'Your glasses, gentlemen.'
At the bar, van Effen said: 'It's a wild night outside and getting wilder. Do you seriously think it's safe to fly tomorrow?' 'Do you fly?'
'As a passenger, a lot. I have - had - a pilot's licence. Never been in a helicopter in my life.'
'I have a licence for a helicopter. Total solo flying time -about three hours. In weather like this, you wouldn't get me within a hundred miles of the pilot's seat in a helicopter. Daniken's had thousands of hours. Superb pilot.'
'Well, that's a relief.' Van Effen was aware that George and Vasco had drifted away: his eyes made no attempt to follow them. 'Nice to think we might get there - wherever there is.'
'If Daniken wasn't sure he wouldn't take off.'
They continued an amicable discussion along those lines for two or three minutes until Samuelson reappeared, to all appearances his usual urbane and good-humoured self.
'Any moment now, ladies and gentlemen. I think we should take our seats.' It was the same lugubrious announcer and he seemed to have aged considerably since his last appearance.
'We have two announcements to make, both concerning the FFF. The first is that London and Stormont, the Northern Ireland parliament, have arrived at an agreement to begin active and immediate negotiations with our government. Such negotiations have, in fact, already begun.' Samuelson beamed.
'The second is that the government advises all citizens of the Netherlands to be of good heart. The Ministry of Defence suspects, although it has no reason to believe, that the FFF will be switching its scene of operations from the lisselmeer, where the dyke breaches and the explosion of this nuclear device are promised to take place tomorrow. This is because the FFF have established a practice of not striking twice in the same area. The balance of opinion is that they will concentrate on the southwest, most likely in the Rotterdam-Scheldt. The reason given for this announcement is that the government wants every citizen in that area - repeat eve?y - because it affects every citizen, to be on continuous alert and report anything in the slightest way abnormal to the nearest police or army post. It is appreciated that this statement will also be picked up by the FFF, but the government regards this as the lesser of two evils compared to whatever use it may be to the FFF.'
Samuelson was no longer beaming. Van Effen, forehead furrowed and lips pursed, looked at George, then, without altering his expression, at Samuelson and said: 'I don't think I like this very much.' 'I don't like it at all.' His expression was almost a mirror image of van Effen's and the fingers of both hands were drumming on the arms of his chair. After a few seconds he turned to van Effen and said: 'And what do you make of this development?' It was significant, van Effen thought, that Samuelson should have asked him first: it didn't speak too highly for his confidence in his associates. Van Effen waited about twenty seconds before he replied: he already had the answers to most possible questions but Samuelson wouldn't have been too impressed by an immediate answer. 'I think they're bluffing. Or, at least, counter or double bluffing. They may believe that you intend to strike next in some other spot entirely and that this is intended to put you off your guard and relax while they close in on where they fondly imagine you are, or they may not be bluffing and this may be intended to restrict your movements. Either way, they're not very bright, but, then, the Minister of Justice, the Minister of Defence and the Chief of Police of Amsterdam are hardly renowned for their outstanding intelligence.' George coughed softly into his hand but retained an impassive expression.
Samuelson looked doubtful. 'Don't forget I've met Wieringa. He didn't strike me as a fool.'
'He's not a fool. He's honest, straightforward and the most popular man in government but lacks the devious intelligence to rise to the very top. Plots and counter-plots are not for him. Another thing, if the authorities knew where we were don't you think we'd have had a visit from a battalion of paratroopers or commandos - or both - quite some time ago?' 'Ah!' The thought seemed to cheer Samuelson up.
'And still another thing. I'm told you have another operations centre somewhere. Why don't you call them and see if they've suffered any harassment?'
'An excellent idea.' Samuelson nodded to Romero Agnelli, who dialled a number, spoke briefly and hung up.
'Nothing,' he said.
'Again excellent,' Samuelson said. 'So we're in the clear.' 'No, we're not. 'van Effen shook his head in a discouragingly defiant fashion. 'Lieutenant, is there any chance that it may have been discovered that the truck and weapons are missing from the armoury from which we took them?'
'The truck?'Vasco said hoarsely. 'Possible but unlikely. The weapons, no. The regular inventory isn't due for another two weeks.' Van Effen said: 'Mr Samuelson, it's not really for me to say, but shouldn't we change the identification numbers on that truck?' Samuelson also smirked. 'Already done.'
'Well done. But there's more to it than that.' Vasco spoke huskily and unhappily. 'The authorities, as Mr Danilov says, may be operating in this area. Mention was made of both police and army posts. That means there may be police and army road blocks. Police road blocks present no danger. Army ones do. They know the missiles in transport - which is in itself an extremely rare occurrence - always travel in convoy. If you want to get them to their destination they'll have to travel by helicopter.' 'Not in my helicopter, they won't,' Daniken said firmly. 'Mr Daniken, I believe you to be an expert helicopter pilot.' Vasco's voice being in the assumed condition it was, it was difficult for him to speak coldly, but his eyes were cold enough. 'The cobbler should stick to his last. I'm an expert on missiles. A missile cannot be armed until it's in flight. It's obvious that you've never been in military helicopters. What do you think the Russian gunships use in Afghanistan? Pea-shooters?' Daniken remained silent. 'I also think the other weapons and explosives should be removed otherwise you're more than liable to be asked what armoury you've taken them from and to what armoury or army unit you're taking them. Mobile army controls tend to be very curious, very alert and very persistent -especially when they know there's a national emergency alert out.' Daniken looked unhappy. 'But the detonators
'The detonators,' George said comfortably, 'will be in their velvet sockets, wrapped in cotton wool, in a lead-sheathed steel box and resting on my lap.' He let a note of irritation creep into his voice. 'Do you think I want to have myself blown up, far less your damned helicopter?' 'I shouldn't imagine so. 'It was Samuelson who spoke. 'What do you think, Romero?'
'I don't have to think, Mr Samuelson.'
'Neither do I. Totally agreed, gentlemen. Excellent precautions. We shall drive the truck down to the helicopter tonight and transfer the missiles and the rest of it after the staff have retired, which may be rather late especially as they, too, will be watching their TV sets at midnight. Not that it matters that much. They are well accustomed to the mysterious goings-on of film companies.' He paused. 'I wonder if one of you three gentlemen would care to supervise the transfer of those materials.' 'I will,' George said immediately. 'No coward like a big coward.' He looked at Daniken. 'It looks like being a rather bumpy flight tomorrow. As this is an ex-military helicopter, I assume you have clamps, lashings and other devices to secure things that. have to be secured?' 'We have,' Daniken said. He still looked distinctly unhappy. 'Seems to be all,' van Effen said. 'Mr Samuelson, I'd like another snooze before this midnight broadcast. Not that I'm convinced that we'll see anything. Even if there am ships or helicopters around with searchlights, visibility in this driving rain will be zero. George? Lieutenant?' 'Me, too,' George said. 'Any more of this brandy and I'll be dropping those detonators all over the place.'
Vasco was already on his feet. Without as much as a glance at the four girls they left and made their way up the stairs. In the corridor above van Effen said admiringly: 'You really are a couple of fearful liars. Have a word with Julie, George?'
'Certainly not.' George spoke in a lofty tone. 'We professionals operate on a higher level. 'He produced a folded bit of paper from his pocket and replaced it.
'Splendid. Vasco, we approach our bedroom door. Has anything occurred to you?'
'Visitors.'
Once inside, van Effen carried on a brief conversation about the weather, the best way of securing the missiles and other weapons aboard the helicopter and their conviction that the truck should have no trouble in getting through to its destination while Vasco carried out his usual meticulous inspection. After a few minutes he returned from the bathroom and put his fingers to his lips.
'Well, me for bed,'van Effen said. 'Any gallant volunteers to keep the midnight watch?'
'No need for anyone to keep a watch,' Vasco said. 'I have a travelling alarm.'
Seconds later all three were within the bathroom which had both the mirror and overhead lights on. Van Effen and George had gone in first, from darkened bedroom to darkened bathroom followed immediately by Vasco, who left the now lit bedroom door slightly ajar and turned on the light as he entered. He then switched on the overhead shower in the bath. 'One doesn't have to be a genius to know that O'Brien is elsewhere,' Vasco said. 'He could never have been responsible for the crude device that's attached to the underside of my bed. The one device that can't be de-activated without a listener knowing is inside a shower head - the listener can hear it being unscrewed - and even if there were other bugs in here, which there aren't, no one can hear a thing over the sound of a shower. Odd, but a fact.'
'You're just like our big friend here,' van Effen said. 'You should have joined the criminal ranks years ago. You'd have made a fortune. Well, the FFF should now have a tape-recording reassuring them that there's no way they can fad. Let's have a look at that note, George.' George did so and van Effen read it out.
"Something goes on which neither Annemarie nor I understand but which may be of use to you. We have become quite friendly with our two lady criminal 'kidnappers' and if they are criminals so are Annemarie and 1. Hardened criminals don't go around looking as if the day of judgement is at hand and trying all the time not to have tears in their eyes. They do."'
Van Effen broke off and looked thoughtfully at George. 'Anyone see Julie slip this note to you?'
'No.
Vasco was perturbed. 'What if Julie, I'm sorry, sir, your sister - you must remember I don't know her - has told them about us?' 'Rubbish!' George said. 'As you said, you don't know her. Peter's faith in her intelligence, judgement and intuition is total, as is mine. In fact,' George added confidentially, 'she's a lot cleverer than he is.' 'That was quite uncalled for,'van Effen said coldly. ' "Kathleen is quite definitely the one who is under the most pressure. She is definitely afraid of Samuelson or something that Samuelson might do. Maria is under less pressure but doesn't seem to like what her brother Romero is up to. But she seems to like him and I have to admit that he has been very kind and courteous to us since they took us away.
' "I think that, in their own way, they are as much prisoners as we are. I think Kathleen and Mafia are here under a form of coercion just as Anne and I are hem under coercion, but a different kind of coercion." ' ' "Coercion,"' Vasco said. 'That's the word you used. On the veranda, remember?'
'I remember. "We're here - Annemarie and I - simply because we were abducted. They are here, I'm sure, because they have been misled, tied to, because appeals have been made to their love or loyalty or some misguided sense of honour or all three. I think that they, especially Kathleen, have been lured here under totally false misapprehensions".' 'Jesus Christ!' For once George's massive calm had deserted him. 'I've heard of rare cases of telepathy between twins but she's only your young sister. That's what you said, almost word for word.'
'Nothing to do with telepathy. Great minds tend to think alike. Still question her intelligence, judgement and intuition, Vasco?' Vasco shook his head very slowly, several times, and said nothing. Van Effen looked at George. 'Hah! And you still think she's cleverer than I am?' George stroked his chin and said nothing. Van Effen read on and his face became very still. 'Maybe you were right at that, George. Listen to this last paragraph.'