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by John Creasey


  ‘No,’ said Craigie, grimly. ‘It will have to have its dope, for the time being. Serle’s told us where the main farm is—it’s near Greylands. He’s told us how it’s distributed to the various branches of the party, and that it’s administered in food and drink and the weekly social gathering of each branch. We know, too, that in its mild form its effect is merely to produce that absorption and that willingness to believe everything its addicts are told. Eventually, of course, we’ll have to stop giving it. What will happen then, I don’t know. But we’ll have it examined, medically and scientifically. There’s an antidote to most drugs; we’ll find one for this.’

  ‘There’ll be hell to pay while we’re finding it,’ Miller cautioned.

  ‘Not the hell that there might have been,’ said Craigie.

  He looked a little awkwardly at Wyett.

  The Colonel knew why.

  The craving for Tallin in its mild form would be bad enough. There would be outbreaks of trouble throughout the country unless a satisfactory antidote was found, very soon. But the craving for Tallin in its concentrated form was a thousand times worse. It produced—or lack of it did—that terrible agony of mind and body.

  The Colonel would suffer it. Mick Randall and Irene would suffer. Ronald Knight, too, and a host of others.

  ‘This stuff helps,’ the Colonel offered, with a wry smile.

  And it was that remark which paved the way to a complete triumph over the ravages of Tallin. An alcoholic byproduct was administered, and acted as an antidote. There were cases where it failed; and there were those who died from Tallin poisoning. But the Government, elected by Tallin victims, tackled the problem thoroughly. The Press was silenced on the many mysterious outbreaks of poisoning. No rumour escaped into the ears of the general public.

  Gradually, Tallin was killed….

  Gordon Craigie realised, perhaps more than anyone else, that Kenyon had played a part as important as the Colonel’s. It was Kenyon who had discovered the real portent of the cricket connection, Kenyon who had suggested that midnight raid on county cricketers, and Kenyon who had sent the party of agents to Greylands village. But for the arrival of the Arrans and their men on the morning of Kenyon’s ordeal, the small army of Arabs, brought over by Serle and working for the most part on the nearby Tallin farm, must have massacred Kenyon, the Colonel, Mary Randall, and the Rev. Denbigh Morse. Serle, although badly wounded, might have escaped; the spade work had been done; Serle could have taken Randall’s place.

  Instead, Arnold Serle realised the inevitability of his punishment and, after his confession to Craigie, killed himself. He had used Craigie’s gun; Craigie had expected him to.

  One after another, the tasks left behind after the death of Sir Michael Randall were completed. The various foreign and Colonial depots for the drug were traced and broken up. Those members of Serle’s Arabian gang who escaped the dreadful attack from the Arrans at Greylands were taken overseas, and watched very carefully.

  And, to make Craigie’s task lighter, there was the fact that those victims of the drug in its concentrated form who had outlived Randall recovered from it. Mick was all right; he was as anxious as the others that Mary should know nothing of her father’s real nature. She never did. Irene Scanling recovered—and Mick’s only complaint of her, was that she did not believe in early marriages.

  The Colonel was left with a liking for whisky that was quite abnormal and which was shared by the Rev. Denbigh Morse, much to that cleric’s wife’s disgust. Ronald Knight recovered.

  There were other things.

  The Persian Sales establishment—a business cover for Serle’s active helpers—had been cleaned up. In place of gunmen, Mick Randall ran it, in amicable partnership with Irene. One gentleman who was never convinced that he had had a fair deal was Mr. Gowsby-Loam, who disappeared from the political stage, a disillusioned man. Sir Martin Howe had been sent to the Berlin Embassy, and Sladen to America.

  Of the Rensham connection, the real beginning of the affair so far as the Department was concerned, Craigie guessed a great deal, and his guesses were very near the truth.

  Lord Hugo Rensham had discovered the real nature of Tallin, had threatened disclosure at a time when disclosure would have meant complete failure; so he had been murdered. Later on, when Craigie had begun to hear enough rumours to set someone to work on the matter, Dickie Roberts had learned too much and had been killed.

  Just three months after the ordeal at Greylands, Jim Kenyon—convalescent from his injuries, huge and immaculate as ever and happy at the promise of full recovery in an England freed from the effects of Tallin—entered the Regent’s Park house of the Chesters and found Aubrey practising the wedding march.

  Kenyon groaned.

  ‘One more note…’

  ‘Stop me and I’ll l-lose the r-ring,’ threatened Aubrey.

  Laughing, Kenyon went on into the sunlit room that was Diane’s. Mary was there, a Mary still sad because of the death of her father, but convinced that he had died because of what he knew; which, in some ways, was the truth.

  ‘Well,’ said Kenyon.

  ‘Well,’ said Mary, and moved towards him.

  And then, very deeply, cavernously almost, a voice sang out:

  ‘And when I die-ee, don’t bury me at awlll,

  Just bury me bo-oones, in alcohawll!’

  ‘Strike me pink,’ drawled Kenyon, as Righteous Dane, pale-faced after three months in hospital but fully recovered, came from behind a curtain. ‘If I’d known you were there…’

  ‘What would you have done?’ demanded Righteous pugnaciously.

  ‘What will I do?’ corrected Kenyon, scowling.

  From outside the door and the windows of that sunlit room, came a full-throated roar of greeting; thirty voices, among which could be heard those of the Arrans and Martin Best, Curtis, Davidson, Trale and Mick Randall, rising in discordant unity.

  Kenyon laughed, a little shakily. And hugging Mary, invited his fellow conspirators in for a drink.

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  John Creasey

  Master crime fiction writer John Creasey’s 562 titles have sold more than 80 million copies in over 25 languages. After enduring 743 rejection slips, the young Creasey’s career was kickstarted by winning a newspaper writing competition. He went on to collect multiple honours from The Mystery Writers of America including the Edgar Award for best novel in 1962 and the coveted title of Grand Master in 1969. Creasey’s prolific output included 11 different series including Roger West, the Toff, the Baron, Patrick Dawlish, Gideon, Dr Palfrey, and Department Z, published both under his own name and 10 other pseudonyms.

  Creasey was born in Surrey in 1908 and, when not
travelling extensively, lived between Bournemouth and Salisbury for most of his life. He died in England in 1973.

  ALSO IN THIS SERIES

  The Death Miser

  Redhead

  First Came a Murder

  Death Round the Corner

  The Mark of the Crescent

  Thunder in Europe

  The Terror Trap

  Carriers of Death

  Days of Danger

  Death Stands By

  Menace!

  Murder Must Wait

  Panic!

  Death by Night

  The Island of Peril

  Sabotage

  Go Away Death

  The Day of Disaster

  Prepare for Action

  No Darker Crime

  Dark Peril

  The Peril Ahead

  The League of Dark Men

  The Department of Death

  The Enemy Within

  Dead or Alive

  A Kind of Prisoner

  The Black Spiders

  Contents

  First Came A Murder

  1 Tragedy at the Carilon Club

  2 Hugh Devenish is Thoughtful

  3 Department ‘Z’ at Whitehall

  4 Sir Basil Riordan, Bart.

  5 Devenish Gets a Shock

  6 And Assumes a Responsibility

  7 Marion Dare Makes an Admission

  8 More Trouble with Marritabas

  9 Devenish Makes Some Visits

  10 Lord Aubrey Chester Disappears

  11 The Hon. Marcus Gets Cross

  12 Bleddon’s Bank

  13 Hugh Devenish Gets a Message

  14 Trouble at Wharncliff Hall

  15 Whose Body Burned

  16 Death of a Club Member

  17 More Trouble at Wharncliff

  18 Outrage at a Police Station

  19 Marcus Riordon Gives Orders

  20 Devenish Gets Going

  21 Amazing Happening on Madame X

  22 Gordon Craigie is Anxious

  23 Hugh Devenish Hurries

  24 Devenish Takes the Count

  Death Round the Corner

  PROLOGUE

  I.SOME PEOPLE AND THEIR PLEASURES

  II.TONY BERESFORD AND OTHERS

  III.DEATH PASSES BY

  IV.HELP FROM THE UNHOLY TWINS

  V.THE STRANGE ILLNESS OF BOB LAVERING

  VI.OF AN ADVENTURE IN PARIS

  VII.AND A MURDER IN PARIS

  VIII.THE MYSTERIOUS MR. WILLIAMS

  IX.VALERIE LESTER SPRINGS A SURPRISE

  X.A SURPRISE AND A SHOCK

  XI.VALERIE LESTER PAYS A VISIT

  XII.NOSEY DEAN—DECEASED

  XIII.MR. JOSIAH LONG EXPLAINS

  XIV.NEWS FROM PARIS

  XV.NO NEWS FROM CRAIGIE

  XVI.VALERIE LESTER AND A MAJOR

  XVII.THE MAN WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD

  XVIII.THE REMARKABLE STORY OF BOB LAVERING

  XIX.MR. LEOPOLD GORMAN IS WORRIED

  XX.ANOTHER GATHERING OF FRIENDS

  XXI.DEATH AT THE BUNGALOW

  XXII.ALL ROADS LEAD TO KENT

  XXIII.ATTACK AND COUNTER-ATTACK

  XXIV.OF A RUSE WHICH SUCCEEDED

  XXV.OF A CONVERSATION AND A PLACARD

  The Mark of the Crescent

  1The Man Who Did Not Speak

  2Mary Randall Asks a Question

  3A Message From a Dark Gentleman

  4Kenyon Springs a Surprise

  5Arnold Serle Hits Back

  6Trouble for the Twins

  7Kenyon Sees The Mark

  8Death by Violence

  9Kenyon Annoys a Policeman

  10The Mark Again

  11Nightmare

  12Politicians—and a Road Chase

  13A Meeting and a Murder

  14Craigie Receives Instructions

  15Arnold Serle Again

  16Treachery—and a Stag Party

  17The Girl Who Screamed

  18Gun-fire at Godalming

  19Kenyon Makes a Decision

  20Colonel Wyett Pulls a Gun

  21Mary Randall Feels Despair

  22Kenyon Is Wanted

  23And Plays a Losing Hand

  24Kenyon Meets His Man

  25Of Things Which Happened

 

 

 


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