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  Carey's answering stare was equally unblinking. That's what I'm afraid of,' he said.

  Carey watched Denison walk away and waited until he was joined by McCready. He sighed. 'Sometimes I have moments of quiet desperation.'

  McCready suppressed a smile. 'What is it this time?'

  'See those buildings over there?'

  McCready looked across the road. 'That scrubby lot?'

  'That's Victoria Terrace -- there's a police station in there now. The authorities wanted to pull it down but the conservationists objected and won their case on architectural grounds.'

  'I don't see the point.'

  'Well, you see, it was Gestapo Headquarters during the war and it still smells to a lot of Norwegians.' He paused. 1 had a session in there once, with a man called Dieter Brim. Not a nice chap. He was killed towards the end of the war. Someone ran him down with a car.'

  McCready was quiet because Carey rarely spoke of his past service. 'I've been running around Scandinavia for nearly forty years -- Spitzbergen to the Danish -- German border, Bergen to the Russo -- Finnish border. I'll be sixty next month,' said Carey. 'And the bloody world hasn't changed, after all.' There was a note of quiet melancholy in his voice.

  Next morning they all flew to Finland.

  FOURTEEN

  Lyn Meyrick was worried about her father, which was a new and unwanted experience. Her previous worries in that direction had always been for herself in relation to her father. To worry for her father was something new which gave her an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.

  She had been delighted when he suggested that she accompany him to Finland; a delight compounded by the fact that for the first time he was treating her like a grownup person. He now asked her opinion and deferred to her wishes in a way he had never done before. Diffidently she had fallen in with his wish that she call him by his given name and she was becoming accustomed to it.

  However, the delight had been qualified by the presence of Diana Hansen who somehow destroyed that adult feeling and made her feel young and gawky like a schoolgirl. The relationship between Diana and her father puzzled her. At first she had thought they were lovers and had been neither surprised nor shocked. Well, not too shocked. Her father was a man and not all that old, and her mother had not been reticent about the reasons for the divorce. And, yet, she had not thought that Diana Hansen would have been the type to appeal to her father and the relationship seemed oddly cold and almost businesslike.

  And there were other things about him that were strange. He would become abstract and remote. This was nothing new because he had always had that ability to switch off in the middle of a conversation which made her feel as though he had dropped a barrier to cut her off. What was new was that he would snap out of these abstracted moments and smile at her in a way he never had before, which made her heart turn over. And he seemed deliberately to put himself out to please her.

  And he was losing his memory, too. Not about anything big or important, but about minor things like . . . like Thread Bear, for instance. How could a man forget a pun which had caused so much excitement in a little girl? If there was anything about her father that had annoyed her in the past it was his memory for detail -- he usually remembered too much for her comfort. It was all very odd.

  Anyway, she was glad he had invited her to go to the University to meet the man with the unpronounceable name. He had been hesitant about it, and she said, 'Why are you going?'

  'It's just that I want to find out something about my father.'

  'But that's my grandfather,' she said. 'Of course I'm coming.'

  It seemed strange to have a grandfather called Hannu Merikken. She sat before the mirror and contemplated herself, making sure that all was in order. I'm not bad -- looking, she thought, as she regarded the straight black eyebrows and the grey eyes. Mouth too big, of course. I'm no raving beauty, but I'll do.

  She snatched up her bag and went to the door on the way to meet her father. Then she stopped in mid-pace and thought, What am I thinking of? It's my father . .. not. .. She shook the thought from her and opened the door.

  Professor Kaarianen was a jolly, chubby -- faced man of about sixty, not at all the dry professorial stick Lyn had imagined. He rose from his desk to greet Denison, and shot out a spate of Finnish. Denison held up his hand in protest: 'I'm sorry; I have no Finnish.'

  Kaarianen raised his eyebrows and said in English, 'Remarkable!'

  Denison shrugged. 'Is it? I left when I was seventeen. I suppose I spoke Finnish for fifteen years -- and I haven't spoken it for nearly thirty.' He smiled. 'You might say my Finnish language muscle has atrophied.'

  Kaarianen nodded understandably. 'Yes, yes; my own German was once quite fluent -- but now?' He spread his hands. 'So you are Hannu Merikken's son.'

  'Allow me to introduce my daughter, Lyn.'

  Kaarianen came forward, his hands outstretched. 'And his granddaughter -- a great honour. But sit down, please. Would you like coffee?'

  'Thank you; that would be very nice.'

  Kaarianen went to the door, spoke to the girl in the other office, and then came back. 'Your father was a great man, Dr . ., er . . . Meyrick.'

  Denison nodded. That is my name now. I reverted to the old family name.'

  The professor laughed. 'Ah, yes; I well remember Hannu telling me the story. He made it sound so romantic. And what are you doing here in Finland, Dr Meyrick?'

  'I don't really know,' said Denison cautiously. 'Perhaps it's a need to get back to my origins. A delayed homesickness, if you like.'

  'I understand,' said Kaarianen. 'And you want to know something about your father -- that's why you've come to me?'

  'I understand you worked with him -- before the war.'

  'I did, much to my own profit Your father was not only a great research worker -- he was also a great teacher. But I was not the only one. There were four of us, as I remember. You should remember that.'

  'I was very young before the war,' said Denison defensively. 'Not even into my teens.'

  'And you don't remember me,' said Kaarianen, his eyes twinkling. His hand patted his plump belly. 'I'm not surprised; I've changed quite a lot. But I remember you. You were a young rascal -- you upset one of my experiments.'

  Denison smiled. 'If guilty I plead sorrow.'

  'Yes,' said Kaarianen reminiscently. 'There were four of us with your father in those days. We made a good team.' He frowned. 'You know; I think I am the only one left.' He ticked them off with his fingers. 'Olavi Koivisto joined the army and was killed. Liisa Linnankivi -- she was also killed in the bombing of Viipuri; that was just before your father died, of course. Kaj Salojarvi survived the war; he died three years ago -- cancer, poor fellow. Yes, there is only me left of the old team.'

  'Did you all work together on the same projects?'

  'Sometimes yes, sometimes no.' Kaarianen leaned forward. 'Sometimes we worked on our own projects with Hannu giving advice. As a scientist yourself, Dr Meyrick, you will understand the work of the laboratory.'

  Denison nodded. 'What was the main trend of my father's thought in those days before the war?'

  Kaarianen spread his hands. 'What else but the atom? We were all thinking about the atom. Those were the great pioneering days, you know; it was very exciting.' He paused, and added drily, 'Not long after that, of course, it became too exciting, but by that time no one in Finland had time to think about the atom.'

  He clasped his hands across his belly. 'I well remember the time Hannu showed me a paper written by Meitner and Frisch interpreting Hahn's experiments. The paper showed clearly that a chain reaction could take place and that the generation of atomic energy was clearly possible. We were all excited -- you cannot imagine the excitement -- and all our work was put aside to concentrate on this new thing.' He shrugged heavily. 'But that was 1939 -- the year of the Winter War. No time for frivolities like atoms.' His tone was sardonic.

  'What was my father working on when this happened?'

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sp; 'Ah -- here is the coffee,' said Kaarianen. He fussed about with the coffee, and offered small cakes to Lyn. 'And what do you do, young lady? Are you a scientist like your father and your grandfather?'

  'I'm afraid not,' said Lyn politely. 'I'm a teacher.'

  'We must have the teachers, too,' said Kaarianen. 'What was that you asked, Doctor?'

  'I was wondering what my father was working on at the time he read the paper on atomic fission.'

  'Ah, yes,' the professor said vaguely, and waved his hand a little helplessly. 'It was a long time ago, you know; so much has happened since -- it is difficult to remember.' He picked up a cake and was about to bite into it when he said, 'I remember -- it was something to do with some aspects of the properties of X-rays.'

  'Did you work on that project?'

  'No -- that would be Liisa -- or was it Olavi?'

  'So you don't know the nature of the work he was doing?'

  'No.' Kaarianen's face broke into a smile, and he shook with laughter. 'But, knowing your father, I can tell you it had no practical application. He was very proud of being a pure research physicist. We were all like that in those days -- proud of being uncontaminated by the world.' He shook his head sadly. 'A pity we're not like that now.'

  The next hour and a half was spent in reminiscences from Kaarianen interspersed with Denison's desperate ploys to fend off his inquiries into Meyrick's work. After allowing what he thought was a decent time he excused himself and he and Lyn took their leave of the professor with assurances that they would keep in professional contact.

  They came out into Senate Square and made their way back to the hotel along Aleksanterinkatu, Helsinki's equivalent of Bond Street. Lyn was thoughtful and quiet, and Denison said, 'A penny for your thoughts.'

  'I was just thinking,' she said. 'It seemed at one time as though you were pumping Professor Kaarianen.'

  Did it, by God! thought Denison. You're too bloody smart by half. Aloud he said, 'I just wanted to know about my father, the work he did and so on.'

  'You didn't give much back,' said Lyn tartly. 'Every time he asked a question, you evaded it.'

  'I had to,' said Denison. 'Most of my work is in defence. I can't babble about that in a foreign country.'

  'Of course,' said Lyn colourlessly.

  They were outside a jeweller's shop and Denison pointed. 'What do you think of that?'

  She caught her breath. 'Oh, it's beautiful!'

  It was a necklace -- chunky, rough-hewn gold of an intricate and yet natural shape. He felt reckless and took her arm. 'Come on,' he said. 'Inside.'

  The necklace cost him £215 of Meyrick's money which he paid by credit card. Apart from the fact that he thought that Meyrick ought to pay more attention to his daughter he thought it would take her mind off other things.

  'Your birthday present,' he said.

  Lyn was breathless with excitement 'Oh, thank you, Da ... Harry.' Impulsively she kissed him. 'But I have nothing to wear with it.'

  'Then you'll have to buy something, won't you? Let's go back to the hotel.'

  'Yes, let's.' She slipped her fingers into his. 'I have a surprise for you, too -- at the hotel.'

  'Oh? What is it?'

  'Well, I thought that now you're back in Finland you ought' to become reacquainted with the sauna.'

  He laughed, and said cheerfully, 'I've never been to a sauna in my life.'

  She stopped dead on the pavement and stared at him. 'But you must have. When you were a boy.'

  'Oh, yes; I went then.' He cursed himself for the slip. Carey had given him books to read about Finland; language was one thing but there was a minimum any Finn would know, expatriate or not. The sauna definitely fitted into that category. 'I tend to regard my years in Finland as another li fe.' It was lame but it would have to do.

  'It's about time you were reintroduced to the sauna,' she said firmly. 'I go often in London -- it's great fun. I've booked for us both in the hotel sauna for six o'clock.'

  'Great!' he said hollowly.

  FIFTEEN

  In the hotel he escaped to his room and rang the number he had been given. When Carey answered he gave a report on his interview with Kaarianen, and Carey said, 'So it all comes to this: Merikken was working on X-rays at the time but no one can remember exactly what he was doing. Those who would know are dead. That's encouraging.'

  'Yes,' said Denison.

  'You don't sound pleased,' said Carey.

  'It's not that. I have something else on my mind.'

  'Out with it.'

  'Lyn has booked me in for the sauna this evening.'

  'So?'

  'She's booked us both in.'

  'So?' There was a pause before Carey chuckled. 'My boy; I can see you have a wrong impression or an evil mind. This is not Hamburg nor is it the lower reaches of Soho; you're in Helsinki and the Finns are a decent people. I think you'll find there is one sauna for gentlemen and another for ladies.'

  'Oh!' said Denison weakly. 'It's just that I don't know much about it. One gets the wrong impression.'

  'Didn't you read the books I gave you?'

  'I must have missed that one.'

  'In any case, there's nothing wrong with a father joining his daughter in the sauna,' said Carey judicially. 'It may be done in your own home but not, I think, in an international hotel.' He paused. 'You'd better read up on it Meyrick wouldn't have forgotten the sauna -- no Finn would.'

  'I'll do that.'

  'Have fun,' said Carey, and rang off.

  Denison put down the telephone and rummaged in his suitcase where he found a slim book on the sauna written for the benefit of English-speaking visitors to Finland. On studying it he was relieved to find that the sauna appeared to be little more than a Turkish bath in essence -- with differences.

  He turned back the pages and read the introduction. There was, apparently, one sauna for every six Finns which, he reflected, was probably a greater incidence than bathrooms in Britain. A clean people, the Finns -- mens sana in corpora sauna. Stones were heated by birch logs or, in modern times, by electric elements. Humidity was introduced by loyly -- tossing water on the stones. The booklet managed to convey an air of mystic ritual about what was essentially a prosaic activity, and Denison came to the conclusion that the sauna was the Finnish equivalent of the Japanese tea ceremony.

  At quarter to six Lyn rang him. 'Are you ready?'

  'Yes, of course.'

  'I'll meet you afterwards in the swimming pool. Have you got your trunks?'

  Denison mentally ran down a checklist of Meyrick's clothing. 'Yes.'

  'At half past six, then.' She rang off.

  He went up to the top floor of the hotel, found the sauna for men, and went into the change room where he took his time, taking his cue from the others who were there. He stripped and went into the ante-chamber to the sauna where he showered and then took a square of towelling from a pile and went into the sauna itself.

  It was hot.

  Out of the corner of his eye he saw a man lay his towel on a slatted, wooden bench and sit on it, so he followed suit. The wood beneath his feet was almost unbearably hot and sweat was already beginning to start from his skin. A man left the sauna and another took a bucket of water and sluiced it along the wood on which his feet were resting. Tendrils of steam arose but his feet were cooler.

  Another man left the sauna and Denison turned and found a thermometer on the wall by his head. It registered 115 degrees. Not too bad, he thought; I can stand that. Then he looked again and saw that the thermometer was calibrated in degrees Celsius. Christ Almighty I Water boils at 100°C.

  He blinked the sweat out of his eyes and turned his head to find that there was just himself and another man left -- a broad-shouldered, deep-chested man, shaggy with hair. The man picked up a wooden dipper and filled it with water from a bucket He paused with it in his hand, and said interrogatively, 'Loylya?'

  Denison answered with one of the few Finnish words he had picked up. 'Kiitos.'

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bsp; The man tossed the dipperful of water on to the square tub of hot stones in the corner. A blast of heat hit Denison like a physical blow and he gasped involuntarily. The man shot a sudden spate of Finnish at him, and 'Denison shook his head. 'I'm sorry; I have no Finnish.'

  'Ah; first time in Finland?'

  'Yes,' said Denison, and added, 'since I was a boy.' The man nodded. A sheen of sweat covered his hairy torso. He grinned. 'First time in sauna?'

  Sweat dripped from Denison's nose. 'For a long time -- many years.'

  The man nodded and rose. He picked up the dipper again and, turning away from Denison, he filled it from the bucket. Denison gritted his teeth. Anything a bloody Finn can stand, I can; he thought.

  With a casual flick of the wrist the man tossed the water on to the hot stones, then quickly went out of the sauna, slamming the door behind him. Again the wave of heat hit Denison, rising to an almost intolerable level so that he gasped and spluttered. A bloody practical joker -- baiting a beginner!

  He felt his head swim and tried to stand up but found that his legs had gone rubbery beneath him. He rolled off the top bench and tried to crawl to the door and felt the hot wood burning his hands. Darkness closed in on him and the last thing he saw was his own hand groping for the door handle before he collapsed and passed out.

  He did not see the door open, nor did he feel himself being lifted up and carried out.

  SIXTEEN

  He awoke to darkness.

  For a long time he just lay there, unable to think because of the throbbing pain in his head. Then his head cleared a little and he stirred and knew he was lying on a bed. When he moved he heard a metallic clinking noise. He moved again and became aware that he was naked, and a recollection of the sauna came back.

  His first thought was that he had collapsed of heat prostration and had been taken to his own room, but when he lifted his hand that theory disintegrated quickly. There was a tug on both wrists and he felt cold metal, and when he twisted his hands around he heard that clinking sound again and felt the handcuffs.

 

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