by Wilbur Smith
‘You have to be wrong.’ Peter squeezed his eyelids closed with thumb and forefinger. ‘You just don’t know her.’
‘I don’t think anybody knows her, Peter,’ Kingston Parker murmured, and fiddled with his pipe. ‘I’m sorry, we are going pretty fast here. Do you want to back up and ask any questions?’
‘No, it’s all right.’ Peter opened his eyes again. ‘Go on, will you, Kingston?’
‘One of the most important lessons that Baroness Altmann had learned was the ease with which force and violence can be used, and their tremendous effect and profitability. Bearing this lesson in mind, the Baroness chose her first act as the new ruler of mankind, and the choice was dictated by her early political convictions, those convictions formed at her father’s knee and at the Communist Party meetings that she had attended as a precocious child in Paris. There is a further suggestion that the choice was reinforced by the Altmann banking corporation’s interests in South African gold sales, for by this time the Baroness had tempered her socialist and communist leanings with a good healthy dollop of capitalistic self-interest. We can only guess, but if the scheme to bring out forty tons of gold – and a black-based government-in-exile – had succeeded, it would not have taken very long for Caliph to gain control of both government and gold—’ Parker shrugged. ‘– We just cannot say how ambitious, even grandiose, those plans were. But we can say that Caliph, or the Baroness, recruited her team for the execution of the plan with the skill she brought to anything she handled.’ He broke off, and smiled. ‘I think all three of us remember the taking of Flight 070 vividly enough not to have to go once more over the details. Let me just remind you that it would have succeeded, in fact it had actually succeeded, when Peter here made his unscheduled move that brought it all down. But it succeeded. That was the important thing. Caliph could afford to congratulate herself. Her information was impeccable. She had chosen the right people for the job. She even knew the name of the officer who would command the anti-terrorist force which would be sent to intervene, and her psychology had been excellent. The execution of the four hostages had so shocked and numbed the opposition that they were powerless – the cup had been dashed from her lips by one man alone. Inevitably her interest in that man was aroused. Possibly with feminine intuition she was able to recognize in him the qualities which could be turned to her own purpose. She had that indomitable streak in her make-up that is able to recognize even in the dust of disaster that material for future victory—’ Parker shifted his bulk, and made a small deprecatory gesture. ‘– I hope this will not seem immodest if I bring myself into the story as this stage. I had been given the hint that something like Caliph existed. In fact this may not have been her first act after the killing of Aaron Altmann. Two other successful kidnappings have her style – one of them the OPEC ministers in Vienna – but we cannot be sure. I had been warned and I was waiting for Caliph to surface. Dearly I would have loved a chance to interrogate one of the hijackers—’
‘They would have had nothing to tell you,’ Peter interjected brusquely – They were merely pawns, like the doctor we captured in Ireland.’
Parker sighed. ‘Perhaps you are right, Peter. But at the time I believed that our only lead to Caliph had been severed. Later when the thing had been done and I had recovered from the shock of it, it suddenly occurred to me that the lead was still there – stronger than ever. You were that lead, Peter. That was why I recommended that your resignation be accepted. If you had not resigned, I would have forced you out anyway, but you played along superbly by resigning—’ He smiled again. ‘– I have never thanked you for that.’
‘Don’t mention it,’ said Peter grimly. ‘I like to be of service.’
‘And you were. Almost immediately you were on the loose, the Baroness began making her approach. First she collected every known fact about you. Somehow she even got a computer run on you. That’s a fact. An unauthorized run was made on the Central Intelligence computer four days after your resignation. She must have liked what she got, for there was the Narmco offer – through conventional channels. Your refusal must have truly excited her interest, for she used her connections to have herself invited down to Sir Steven’s country house.’ Parker chuckled. ‘My poor Peter, you found yourself without warning in the clutches of one of history’s most accomplished enchantresses. I know enough about the lady to guess that her approach to you was very carefully calculated from the complete information that she had on you. She knew exactly what type of woman attracted you. Fortunately, she fitted the general physical description—’
‘What is that?’ Peter demanded. He was unaware that he had a specific type of physical preference.
‘Tall, slim and brunette,’ Parker told him promptly. ‘Think about it,’ he invited. ‘All your women have been that.’
He was right, of course, Peter realized. Hell, even at thirty-nine years of age it was still possible to learn something about yourself.
‘You’re a cold-blooded bastard, Kingston. Did anybody ever tell you that?’
‘Frequently.’ Kingston smiled. ‘But it’s not true, and compared to Baroness Altmann I am Father Christmas.’ And he became serious again. ‘She wanted to find out what we at Atlas know about her activities. She knew by this stage that we had our suspicions, and through you she had an inside ear. Of course, your value would deteriorate swiftly the longer you were out of Thor – but you could still be useful in a dozen other ways. As a bonus you could be expected to do a good job at Narmco. All her expectations were fulfilled, and exceeded. You even thwarted an assassination attempt on her life—’
Peter lifted an eyebrow in inquiry.
‘– On the road to Rambouillet that night. Here we are only guessing, but it’s a pretty well-informed guess. The Russians had by this time despaired of returning her to the fold. They had also suspicions as to her role as Caliph. They decided on a radical cure for their one-time star agent. They either financed and organized the assassination attempt themselves, or they tipped off Mossad that she had murdered Aaron Altmann. I would be inclined to believe that they hired the killers themselves – because the Mossad usually do their own dirty work. Anyway, with NKVD or Mossad as paymasters, an ambush was set up on the Rambouillet road and you drove into it. I know you don’t like coincidence, Peter, but I believe it was merely coincidence that you were driving the Baroness’s Maserati that night.’
‘All right,’ Peter murmured. ‘If I swallow the rest of the hog, that little crumb goes down easily enough.’
‘That attempt severely alarmed the Baroness. She was not certain who had been the author. I think she believed it was Atlas Command, or at the very least that we had something to do with it. Almost immediately after that you were able to confirm our interest in her, and our knowledge that Caliph existed. I invited you to America, Colin brought you to meet me, and when you returned you either told her about it, or in some way confirmed her suspicions of Atlas Command and Kingston Parker. I am guessing again – but how close am I, Peter? Be honest.’
Peter stared at him, trying to keep his face expressionless while his mind raced. That was exactly how it had happened.
‘We were all hunting Caliph. You saw no disloyalty in discussing it with her.’ Parker prompted him gently, and Peter nodded once curtly.
‘You believed that we had common goals,’ Parker went on with deep understanding and compassion. ‘You thought we were all hunting Caliph. That is right.’
‘She knew I had been to America to see you before I told her. I don’t know how – but she knew,’ Peter said stiffly. He felt like a traitor.
‘I understand,’ Parker said simply. He reached across the table and once again placed his hand on Peter’s shoulder. He squeezed it while he looked into Peter’s eyes, a gesture of affirmation and trust. Then he laid both hands on top of the table.
‘She knew who was the hunter then, and she knew enough about me to know I was dangerous. You were probably the only man in the world who could reach me an
d do the job – but you had to be motivated. She picked the one and only lever that would move your She picked it unerringly – just as she had done everything else. It would have worked – in one stroke she would have gotten rid of the hunter, and she would have acquired a top-class assassin. When you had done the job, you would have belonged to Caliph for all time. She would have used you to kill again and again, and each time you killed you would be more deeply enmeshed in her net. You really were a very valuable prize, Peter. Valuable enough for her to find it worthwhile to use her sexual wiles upon you.’
He saw the lumps of clenched muscle at the corner of Peter’s jaw, and the fire in his eyes.
‘You are also a very attractive man, and who knows but she felt the need to combine business and pleasure? She is a lady with strongly developed sexual appetites.’
Peter felt a violent urge to punch him in the face. He needed some outlet for his rage. He felt belittled, soiled and used.
‘She was clever enough to realize that the sex was not enough of a hold to force you to commit murder. So she took your daughter, and immediately had her mutilated – just as at Johannesburg she had executed hostages without hesitation. The world must learn to fear Caliph.’
There was no smile on Parker’s face now.
‘I truly believe that if you had not been able to deliver my head by the deadline, she would not have hesitated to carry out the next mutilation, and the one after that.’
Again Peter was assailed by a wave of nausea as he remembered that shrivelled white lump of flesh with the scarlet fingernail floating horribly in its tiny bottle.
‘We were saved from that by the most incredible piece of luck. The Provo informer,’ said Parker ‘And again the understandable eagerness of the Russians to co-operate with us. It is a wonderful opportunity for them to hand us their problem. They have let us have an almost full account of the lady and her history.’
‘But what are we going to do about it?’ Colin Noble asked. ‘Our hands are tied. Do we just have to wait for the next atrocity – do we have to hope we will get another lucky break when Caliph kills the next Arab prince, or machine-guns the Shah’s sister?’
That will happen – unless they push through the OPEC decision,’ Parker predicted levelly. ‘The lady has converted very easily to the capitalist system now that she owns half of Europe’s industry. A reduction in the oil price would benefit her probably more than any other individual on earth – and at the same time it will also benefit the great bulk of humanity. How nicely that squares all her political and personal interests.’
‘But if she gets away with it—’ Colin insisted, ‘– what will be her next act of God?’
‘Nobody can predict that,’ Parker murmured, and they both turned their heads to look at Peter Stride.
He seemed to have aged twenty years. The lines at the corners of his mouth were cut in deeply like the erosion of weathered granite. Only his eyes were blue and alive and fierce as those of a bird of prey.
‘I want you to believe what I am going to say now, Peter. I have not told you all this to put pressure on you,’ Parker assured him quietly. ‘I have told you only what I believe is necessary for you to know – to protect yourself if you should elect to return to the lion’s den. I am not ordering you to do so. The risks involved cannot be overestimated. With a lesser man I would term it suicidal. However, now that you are forewarned, I believe you are the one man who could take Caliph on her own ground. Please do not misunderstand what I mean by that. I am not for a moment suggesting assassination. In fact I expressly forbid you to even think in that direction. I would not allow it, and if you acted independently, I would do my utmost to see that you were brought to justice. No, all I ask is that you keep close to Caliph and try to outguess her. Try to expose her so we can lawfully act to take her out of action. I want you to put out of your mind the emotional issues – those hostages at Johannesburg, your own daughter – try to forget them, Peter. Remember we are neither judge nor executioner—’ Parker went on speaking quietly and insistently, and Peter watched his lips with narrowed eyes, hardly listening to the words, trying to think clearly and see his course ahead – but his thoughts were a children’s carousel, going around and around with fuss and fury but returning with every revolution to the one central conclusion.
There was only one way to stop Caliph. The thought of attempting to bring someone like Baroness Magda Altmann to justice – in a French court – was laughable. Peter tried to force himself to believe that vengeance had no part in his decisions, but he had lived too long with himself to be able to pull off such a deceit. Yes, vengeance was part of it – and he trembled with the rage of remembrance, but it was not all of it. He had executed the German girl Ingrid, and Gilly O’Shaughnessy – and had not regretted the decision to do so. If it was necessary for them to die – then surely Caliph deserved to die a thousand times more.
And there is only one person who can do it, he realized.
Her voice was quick and light and warm, with just that fascinating trace of accent; he remembered it so well, but had forgotten the effect it could have upon him. His heart pounded as though he had run a long way.
‘Oh, Peter. It’s so good to hear your voice. I have been so worried. Did you get my cable?’
‘No, which cable?’
‘When I heard that you had freed Melissa-Jane. I sent you a cable from Rome.’
‘I didn’t get it – but it doesn’t matter.’
‘I sent it to you via Narmco – in Brussels.’
‘It’s probably waiting for me there. I haven’t been in touch.’
‘How is she, Peter?’
‘She is fine now—’ He found it strangely difficult to use her name, or any form of endearment. He hoped that the strain would not sound in his voice. ‘But we went through a hell of a time.’
‘I know. I understand. I felt so helpless. I tried so hard, that’s why I was out of contact, Peter chéri, but day after day there was no news.’
‘It’s all over now,’ Peter said gruffly.
‘I don’t think so,’ she said swiftly. ‘Where are you calling from?’
‘London’
‘When will you come back?’
‘I telephoned Brussels an hour ago. Narmco wants me back urgently. I am taking a flight this afternoon.’
‘Peter, I have to see you. I’ve been too long without you – but, oh mon Dieu, I have to be in Vienna tonight. – Wait, let me see, if I sent the Lear to fetch you now we could meet, even for an hour. You could take the late flight from Orly to Brussels and I could go on to Vienna with the Lear – please, Peter. I missed you so. We could have an hour together.’
One of the airport sub-managers met Peter as he disembarked from the Lear and led him to one of the VIP lounges above the main concourse.
Magda Altmann came swiftly to meet him as he stepped into the lounge – and he had forgotten how her presence could fill a room with light.
She wore a tailored jacket over a matching skirt, severe gun-metal grey and tremendously effective. She moved like a dancer on long graceful legs which seemed to articulate from the narrow waist – and Peter felt awkward and heavy-footed, for the awareness that he was in the presence of evil sat heavily upon him, weighting him down.
‘Oh, Peter. What have they done to your she asked with quick concern flaring in those huge compassionate eyes. She reached up to touch his cheek.
The strain and horror of the last days had drawn him out to the edge of physical endurance. His skin had a greyish, sickly tone against which the dark new beard darkening his jaws contrasted strongly. There were more fine silver threads at his temples, gull’s wings against the thicker darker waves of his hair, and his eyes were haunted. They had sunk deeply into their sockets.
‘Oh, darling, darling,’ she whispered, low enough so that the others in the room could not hear her, and she reached up with her mouth for his.
Peter had carefully schooled himself for this meeting. He knew how impo
rtant it was that he should not in any way betray the knowledge he had. Magda must never guess that he had found her out. That would be deadly dangerous. He must act completely naturally. It was absolutely vital, but there was just that instant’s remembrance of his daughter’s pale wasted fever-racked features, and then he stooped and took Magda’s mouth.
He forced his mouth to soften, as hers was soft and warm and moist, tasting of ripe woman and crushed petals. He made his body welcoming as hers was melting and trusting against his – and he thought he had succeeded completely until she broke from his embrace and leaned back, keeping those slim strong hips still pressed against his. She studied his face again, a swift probing, questioning gaze, and he saw it change deep in her eyes. The flame going out of them leaving only a cold merciless green light, like the beautiful spark in the depths of a great emerald.
She had seen something; no there had been nothing to see. She had sensed something in him, the new awareness. Of course, she would have been searching for it. She needed only the barest confirmation – the quirk of expression on his mouth, the new wariness in his eyes, the slight stiffness and reserve in his body – all of which he thought he had been able to control perfectly.
‘Oh, I am glad you are wearing blue now.’ She touched the lapel of his casual cashmere jacket. ‘It does suit you so well, my dear.’
He had ordered the jacket with her in mind, that was true – but now there was something brittle in her manner. It was as though she had withdrawn her true self, bringing down an invisible barrier between them.
‘Come.’ She turned away, leading him to the deep leather couch below the picture windows. Some airport official had been able to find flowers, yellow tulips, the first blooms of spring, and there was a bar and coffee machine.
She sat beside him on the couch, but not touching him, and with a nod dismissed her secretary. He moved across the room to join the two bodyguards, her grey wolves, and the three of them remained out of earshot, murmuring quietly amongst themselves.