Year of the Golden Ape (24 page)

^{As dawn came at 7.12am, it was a time of relief and bitterness for Bennett; relief that they had survived, and bitterness that they had lost their last chance to take back their ship. Monk had never reappeared after Mackay had seen him moving along the main deck after LeCat. The French terrorist had reappeared later in the engine-room when he had sprung his surprise head-count. There would, Bennett felt sure, never be another chance. If they hadn't managed it at the height of the typhoon when half the guards were seasick, they were unlikely to pull if off in broad daylight. And the
Challenger,
though much delayed and thrown off course by Tara, was now little more than twelve hours' sailing time from San Francisco. Winter had won the game.}

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^{'Challenger (t), British, Nikisiki, Harper Tankships, Oleum.'
Shipping notice under heading 'Arriving Today'. From
San Francisco Chronicle,
January 21.}

^{The idea came to Sullivan when he was returning from breakfast at a coffee shop on Geary Street. He was going up inside the glass elevator at the St Francis Hotel, an elevator which moves up an open shaft attached to the outside of the building, so he had an unobstructed and dizzy view of Union Square far below. Turning the idea over, he hardly noticed the view.}

^{He hurried to his room, took off his coat and threw it on the bed. He was going to do something he had urged Harper not to do; he was going to communicate with the
Challenger
while she was still at sea. It might be illuminating to see what reply he received - whether, in fact, he received any reply at all.}

^{It took him a few minutes to work out a message on a scribble pad, a message which could do no harm if there was something seriously wrong aboard the tanker, and the message would have to pass through the replacement wireless operator, Kinnaird. When he had composed the message to his satisfaction he picked up the phone and spoke to the operator who relayed messages to ships at sea. The message was quite short but it compelled a reply - if everything aboard the
Challenger
was normal.}

^{Suspect contraband was taken aboard at Cook Inlet. Possibly drugs. Please confirm immediately whether new personnel joined ship at Nikisiki for present voyage. Will expect immediate reply to Sullivan, St Francis Hotel, San Francisco. Repeat expect immediate reply. Sullivan.}

^{When the
Challenger
was within twelve hours' sailing time of San Francisco it was almost a year to the day since the Gulf states, led by Sheikh Gamal Tafak, had cut the flow of oil to the West by fifty per cent. The reaction to this event inside Soviet Russia was strangely muted.}

^{The Soviet government, which in the past had urged the Arabs to use their oil weapon, was appalled by the revelation of what it involved, by the sheer immensity of Arab power. It suddenly dawned on the Russians that they had spawned a monster. A Golden Ape was now stalking across the face of the earth, an ape which could destroy the great industrial machines of the West on which Russia depended for aid to develop her own industrial machine.}

^{So, the Soviet government absorbed the shock, recognised the potential danger of the situation, and waited. While Sheikh Gamal Tafak remained convinced that he held all the trump cards, to the north of the Arab oil bowls the Russian colossus loomed like a giant shadow, patient, watchful, waiting.}

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^{Moving ever closer to San Francisco, the
Challenger
limped out of the embrace of Typhoon Tara. On the morning of Tuesday January 21, as the sun broke through a heavy overcast, the British tanker was a grim sight.}

^{Her funnel was bent at a weird angle, although still functioning. The port derrick was twisted into a bizarre shape. Hatch covers had been blown away in the night. The port-side lifeboat had been wrenched clear of its davits and lost in the ocean. Three port-side portholes with inch-thick glass had been smashed in. The bridge window which Mackay had heard crack was gone, blasted into the bridge interior by a later wave, and it was only by a miracle that the men on the bridge at that moment hadn't been cut to pieces by flying glass. The bridge structure itself had a lop-sided tilt. The
Challenger
looked a wreck but she was still steaming for California at a speed of seventeen knots.}

^{From the main deck Winter looked up at the ruination with quiet satisfaction. In this state he had no doubt the port authority at San Francisco would permit
Challenger
immediate entrance into the Bay beyond. It was a sentiment he was careful not to share with Captain Mackay. He looked up as LeCat called down to him from the battered bridge. 'A signal from the mainland has just arrived...'}

^{Winter went up on to the bridge quickly and LeCat handed him the signal Kinnaird had just received. Reading it with an expressionless face, Winter stared critically at Mackay. The captain was grey with fatigue He had been on the bridge all night, guiding his ship through the worst Pacific typhoon in thirty years.}

^{'Ever heard of someone called Sullivan?' Winter asked.}

^{Mackay stared back at Winter with an equal lack of expression. The only Sullivan he could think of was Larry Sullivan, the man from Lloyd's he had once invited aboard the
Challenger.
Something told him to be careful.}

^{'Yes,' he said.}

^{'He's connected with Harper Tankships?'}

^'Yes.'

^{'What's his job? And don't be so monosyllabic...'}

^{Mackay blew his top. 'Damn you!' he roared. 'I've taken my ship through one hell of a typhoon. I've done that with you
bastards aboard, standing around with your popguns in your hands, getting in the bloody way when my whole attention should have been concentrated on saving my ship...'}

^{'Take it easy...'}

^{'Jump over the bloody side! I've just about reached the end of my tether with you swine. If you talk to me like that again on my bridge I'll order the engine-room to stop the ship and you can do what you like...'}

^{'You will shut up ...' LeCat began, raising his pistol.}

^{'No, you shut up!' Mackay roared. 'You can shoot every man jack aboard and where will that leave you? Floating around out here in the bloody Pacific not able to sail one mile closer to San Francisco...'}

^{Winter pushed down LeCat's pistol arm, told him to shove off the bridge. Mackay, driven too far, was on the verge of calling his bluff. Shoot us all ... Winter wasn't prepared to shoot anyone. 'I withdraw the remark,' he said quietly. 'I think you ought to get a few hours' sleep in a minute. But first, could you tell me who this Sullivan is?'}

^{'Senior man on their staff.'}

^{Tired out as he was, Mackay had had time to think while he raved on at Winter. He wished to God he knew what was in that signal. He sensed that there could just be a chance to warn the mainland of the terrible situation aboard his ship. If only he could get a look at that signal - before he replied to Winter's questions.}

^{'Does Sullivan travel about much?' Winter asked.}

^{'Most shipping people do - from time to time...'}

^{'So it wouldn't surprise you to hear that Sullivan was at this moment in San Francisco ?'}

^{'Not particularly,' replied Mackay, who was astonished.}

^{Winter handed the signal to him. 'What do you make of that?' Mackay took his time absorbing it while Bennett read it over his shoulder.
Suspect contraband was taken aboard at Cook Inlet. Possibly drugs. Please confirm immediately whether new personnel joined ship at Nikisiki for present voyage. Will expect immediate reply to Sullivan, St Francis Hotel, San Francisco. Repeat expect immediate reply. Sullivan.}

^{Mackay's expression remained unchanged but his mind jumped
backwards and forwards. Contraband? New personnel? Was it even barely possible that Sullivan, who had turned up in California, had even an inkling that something was wrong? In a turmoil, Mackay felt he was treading through a minefield.}

^{'Well?' Winter demanded.}

^{'Well what?' Mackay growled.}

^{'Why doesn't he know Kinnaird is a replacement wireless operator? Why the question about new personnel being taken on board? Isn't he in touch with head office? Didn't you tell Harper about Kinnaird ?'}

^{'I sent a message to London about Kinnaird before we sailed,' Mackay said shortly.}

^{'Then why doesn't Sullivan know about that? Isn't he in constant touch with head office?'}

^{'How would I know? Sullivan roams about a lot...'}

^{'What about the reference to drugs ?' Winter asked.}

^{'No idea - except for smuggling. There are too many places aboard a vessel this size where you can hide a small package . ..'}

^{'It's happened aboard the
Challenger
before?' Winter asked casually. He gave no sign that this was a trick question. If Mackay said yes, all he had to do was to question another member of the crew to check the captain's story.}

^{'Not while I've been in command,' Mackay replied.}

^{'I don't think I'm going to reply to this,' Winter said.}

^{'Do what the hell you like.' Mackay stretched his weary shoulders. 'Mr Bennett, take over command on the bridge - I'm going to get a few hours' sleep. Call me if there's trouble of any kind,' he added.}

^{'No, wait here a minute,' Winter said sharply.}

^{He was in a dilemma. If he didn't reply to this Sullivan they might think something was wrong on the mainland, but he was suspicious. It seemed such a strange coincidence - that on this particular voyage there should be trouble of an entirely different nature. On the other hand. Mackay didn't seem to care whether he replied or not, which was exactly the impression the captain had struggled to convey. But if he didn't reply to this urgent request...}

^{'I've changed my mind,' he told them suddenly. 'We will reply...'}

^{He watched the two officers closely as he made the remark. Mackay looked out of the bridge window, bored. Bennett took out a packet of cigarettes and lit one. 'I'll word the reply myself,' Winter went on, 'telling him a search is being made of the ship and that you'll report the result when we dock at Oleum . . .' Mackay, who had hoped to word the reply himself, managed to hide his bitter disappointment. He started walking off the bridge.}

^{'Just a minute,' Winter called out. 'Sullivan is a pretty common name - and I want this message to reach him at the St Francis. What's his Christian name?'}

^{'Ephraim,' Mackay said promptly. 'Ephraim Sullivan.'}

^{The signal signed Mackay reached Sullivan at the St Francis at eleven in the morning of Tuesday - eleven hours before the
Challenger
was due to dock at Oleum.
Message received and understood. Am instituting general search of ship. Will report result on arrival at Oleum.
Sullivan stared at the signal he had taken down over the phone on a scribble pad, stared at the address.
Ephraim Sullivan, St Francis Hotel
... He stood up, feeling almost light-headed, as though the jet lag had come back. I was bloody right, he said to himself, bloody right all the way from Bordeaux, and now I'm going to get some action.}

^{After a lot of persuasive talking on the phone he was put through to the Mayor's secretary. Sullivan soon realised that she was well-chosen for her job of protecting the Mayor from crank callers. He went on talking and she was like a Berlin Wall. Taking a deep breath, he went overboard.}

^{'I'm trying to warn him about a threat to the whole city of San Francisco, an imminent threat - as from about ten o'clock tonight...'}

^{Mayor Aldo Peretti was a handsome-looking man of forty who smiled easily and frequently. Dark-haired, smooth-skinned, he had propelled himself upwards in the world from lower than zero as he was fond of putting it. Which was quite true; his father had been a fruit-picker from Salinas in the Salinas valley. Because of this background, Peretti was a man deeply interested in all forms}

^{of modern technology, in anything which could take the muscle-power out of work. He was especially interested in computers.}

^{'Let's go over it again, Mr Sullivan,' he said with a pleasant smile from behind his desk. 'You checked with the Marine Centre people in The Hague and they were sure the signals had to be accurate - that if Ephraim had crossed his circuits the result would be a mess, not a clear message?'}