by John Holt
He watched her for a few minutes as she tried to decide what to have. He took a deep breath and quickly walked over. He shuffled past the waiter. He looked down at her. “A Martini for the lady,” he said, as he sat down next to her. “I’ll have a scotch and soda.” He looked at her and smiled. “Make that a double.” He waved his hand at the waiter, dismissively.
“How did you know that I drink Martini?” she asked, as she looked at him.
“Oh, you just look the type, that’s all,” he replied. “Sweet, just like a Martini.” He paused for a moment, still looking at her. “I can tell about things like that,” he continued. “Stirred but never shaken, I would say.”
She started to laugh. “I hadn’t realized it showed that much,” she replied. She looked at him, her head tilted to one side. “You don’t look much like the scotch and soda type to me,” she continued.
“You’re right, absolutely right. I’m not,” he replied. He turned around and called out to the waiter. “Waiter, forget the soda.” She started to laugh once again.
They had hit it off straight away, and were surprised to find that they had so much in common. Their taste in music was very similar. They shared the same favorite films. They liked to travel. They both liked the theatre. They both hated the opera. They started going out together.
It was about a month later when he had found out where she actually lived.
* * *
“Rutland Hall,” she said casually in answer to his question. “Do you know it?” He knew it. Who didn’t? It was a local landmark wasn’t it, local eyesore more like. It was then that she had first mentioned the ruby. “The Marinski Ruby,” she said in a hushed voice. “Do you know of it?”
Yes, he knew that too. But it wasn’t just a ruby was it? It was a complete collection of jewelry, including a ring, a bracelet, necklace, earrings, and, of course, the ruby itself all twenty-eight carats of it. It was rumoured that the collection had once belonged to a Russian Empress, or Countess, or something, a hundred years ago. Or maybe it was two hundred years. Or was it a German Princess? Or maybe she had been Austrian. He wasn’t too sure of the fine details. He wasn’t really that interested. One thing he did know, however, was that the collection had been missing for a great many years. It had eventually been found in a derelict castle, or a monastery, or somewhere. He wasn’t absolutely sure about that either. It wasn’t that important anyway. What really mattered was the jewelry itself. What would it be worth? He had no idea, but it would certainly be a huge sum.
He suddenly looked up. She was looking at him slowly shaking her head. “Sorry, that was stupid of me,” she said. “It was a silly slip of the tongue. Not thinking straight I suppose. Not really concentrating, a momentary lapse. See the effect you have on me. I should never have mentioned it,” she protested. “Please, please, forget all about it,” she begged. “Pretend that it never happened will you?”
He nodded and quickly agreed to forget all about it. “Don’t worry, it never happened,” he had said, patting her arm with one hand, and placing a finger of the other hand across his lips. “My lips are sealed. Your secret is safe with me. I won’t say a word. It’s completely forgotten.”
But he hadn’t forgotten. From that day on he had thought about it constantly. He just could not get the thought of it out of his mind. He instinctively knew that it hadn’t been a mistake. She wasn’t the type to make mistakes. It wasn’t merely a slip of the tongue, or a momentary lapse of concentration. Oh no. It had been said quite deliberately. She knew exactly what she was doing. It had all been planned, of that there was no doubt. She had wanted him to know. That much was certain. “But why?” he wondered. “Why would she tell me?”
* * *
It was another two weeks before he received his answer, an answer that was surprising, although not entirely unexpected. She had been planning on stealing the jewels for some while.
* * *
“You plan to steal The Marinski jewels,” he said in disbelief. “Why on earth would you want to do that? You could never put them on display, they would be too well known.”
“Agreed,” she replied quite simply.
“You could never sell them,” he continued.
“Right,” she replied. “We won’t sell them, we’ll give them back.”
He could not believe what he heard. “You’ll give them back,” he repeated. “Just like that, after all the trouble to get them?”
“No, not just like that,” she said. “We give them back, for a price. The old man will pay up don’t worry about that.”
* * *
So that was her plan, but she knew that she could not do it alone. She needed outside help. He would be the help that she needed. Help that he was only too happy to provide. And so the planning commenced.
“What about security?” he had asked. “I mean there must be closed circuit cameras, and security lights everywhere. Not forgetting the alarm system.” He looked at her, and took a deep breath. “I mean a place like that it would be a bit like Fort Knox.”
“Don’t worry about it. You can leave all of that to me. I’ll handle it,” she had said. “The security lights, and the cameras, would be dealt with when the time comes.” He was still unsure, hesitant. She placed her hand on his shoulder. “It will be all right, you’ll see,” she said. She squeezed his shoulder. “The alarm will be disabled,” she continued. “Oh, and the front door will be left unlocked,” she added. “So you see security won’t be a problem.”
He thought for a few moments. The guards, he suddenly thought. “What about the guards, and their patrols?” he asked. “I mean they do patrol the grounds I imagine.”
“Yes they do, but that won’t be a problem either,” she said. “I’ll let you have the full details of the times. I’ll tell you exactly when you should enter the house.” She looked at him. “I’ll get you the combination to the safe as well.” She started to smile, and put her arms around him. “It will be so easy,” she said. “You won’t have a thing to worry about.” She leant forward and kissed him. “All you have to do is open the safe, remove the jewels, and get out, as simple as that. And afterwards we’ll go away together, Mexico perhaps? I’ve always fancied Acapulco. Or perhaps you would prefer South America. How would you like Rio, or Buenos Aires?”
It sounded good, but could it really be that simple. He looked at her and shrugged. Maybe, he murmured, maybe. All that was needed now was an actual date, the day the theft was to be carried out. Everything else seemed to be pretty much covered. Or was it? “One more thing,” he said, suddenly. She looked at him, and waited. He shrugged his shoulders. “How do I actually get inside the grounds? I mean I can hardly just walk past the gate can I?”
“No you can’t can you.” She said and started to laugh. “You can leave that to me also. It won’t be a problem, I assure you.”
He looked at her, and took a deep breath. “You appear to have covered everything,” he said. He took another deep breath. “Incidentally how do I get out again,” he asked.
She started grinning. “Stop worrying,” she said. “It will all be taken care of, every last detail.” She paused. “Don’t forget I’ve been planning for this long before I met you.”
She seemed to have thought of everything. Maybe she was right. But it was all beginning to sound a little bit too easy. Was she being just a little too complacent?
* * *
It was a little before midnight when she left the house. By that time the party was in full swing. She wouldn’t be missed for a little while. She drove up to the security barrier and stopped. The security guard looked up from the computer screen, and walked out of the gatehouse and over to her car. As he did so she slowly wound down the car window. “Hi, Dave,” she called out.
“Going out, then?” he asked. “Not joining the party?” He looked over towards the marquee.
“I won’t be too long, Dave,” she replied, ignoring his direct question. “I have someone to see,” she explained. “You understand
,” she said and winked her eye. “Don’t tell anyone will you?” she said. “Not even Charlie, it will be our little secret all right.”
The guard said nothing. He smiled at her, and opened the gate. He understood all right. This wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last he was sure of that. In fact it was beginning to be quite a regular occurrence. Her secret was safe with him though. He winked back as he opened the barrier, and waved her through. He knew what was going on. You didn’t have to draw him a diagram. He didn’t need to be told. It wasn’t rocket science was it?
“Have a good time,” he said as she drove past.
He watched the car until it was out of sight, then slowly lowered the barrier and walked back inside the gatehouse. He turned to the open page in the logbook that was lying on the counter. He took up his pen ready to enter the details. He checked his watch. “Eleven fifty-two,” he murmured. His instructions were to enter everything in the log, no matter how trivial, no matter how small and insignificant. Everything was to go down. He hesitated, and started to smile. This didn’t count though, he reasoned. He didn’t need to enter any details, not for her. Why she was family wasn’t she? “It will be our little secret,” he murmured. He lay the pen down, and closed the book. He looked at the clock once again.
“Another twenty minutes, and Charlie will be back,” he murmured. He went over to the kitchen area and poured himself a coffee. He carried it back to his desk and sat down. He looked across at the security camera monitors. They were all on, and working. Not that anything was happening. There were no signs of any activity, apart from the camera showing the marquee area. He continued to watch for a few minutes. There they were swigging their champagne, and their fancy wines; eating their caviar, or some other fancy food. There’s no justice in this world, he murmured, as he reached across the desk and grabbed a small brown paper bag. He reached inside and took out the remains of a cheese sandwich that he had started thirty minutes ago. He shook his head sadly. He looked back at the monitor screen. He could use a drink, he murmured, and he didn’t mean lukewarm coffee either. A scotch and American would certainly have gone down a treat. He shook his head once again, and shrugged his shoulders. Later, he murmured sadly, later.
* * *
The Town Square was almost deserted. Over on the far side he could see a few late night revelers leaving Jerry’s Bar. Thirty yards further down the road, was a solitary figure looking the worse for wear, as he staggered from side to side. A few yards beyond there were two people hurrying across the road to catch a cab. Close by came the sound of a police siren, then there was silence once again. He stood waiting at the corner. He checked his watch, ten minutes after twelve. He had been there for a little over ten minutes. It was cold, and threatening to rain. He shivered suddenly. Whether it was due to the cold, or was connected with what he was to do in the next few hours, he wasn’t uncertain. He drew back into the shop front to shelter.
Just as the Town Hall clock was striking quarter past her car turned the corner. He heard the car a few seconds before he saw it. You could not mistake that rattling sound, he would know it anywhere. He checked his watch once again. “Dead on Time,” he murmured. “So far so good.”
As she saw him she flashed the car headlights twice, and slowly drove to the corner where he was waiting. He ran out from the doorway.
She wound down the window. “Quickly, get in the back,” she said. “Lie down on the floor and cover yourself with this blanket.” She took the blanket from the front passenger seat, and passed it over to him. Without saying a word, he did as he had been instructed. She looked down at him. Satisfied that he could not be seen she put the car into gear, checked her mirrors, and slowly pulled away.
During the return trip, not a word was spoken. There was no need for any conversation. They had gone over the plan so many times. Every detail and every eventuality had been covered. Both knew exactly what they had to do. Both were ready to proceed.
* * *
Thirty minutes later she arrived back at the Hall. The guard looked up as he heard her car approaching. He walked out to greet her. He casually glanced through the car window, and over to the back seat. There appeared to be no one in the car with her, not that he expected there would be. Although one day, he thought, she will bring him back with her, her famous friend, then everyone could see what he looked like. Not tonight though, she was quite alone. The security guard was surprised to see her back so early, but he knew it best not to mention anything.
He winked at her once again as he opened the gate to let her drive back in. “Welcome back,” he said smiling. He tapped his nose with his finger. “Not to worry,” he whispered. “It’s our little secret.”
“Our little secret,” she repeated as she drove slowly past. “Thank you, Dave. I knew I could rely on you.”
He watched as she went by. He then looked towards the marquee, drawn by the sound of the music, and people laughing. He checked the clock on the wall. It was sixteen minutes to one. It had been a long day, and it was far from over. He and Charlie were on duty until three-thirty, when the other team would take over. He couldn’t wait. He walked back inside the gatehouse, and back to his coffee which was cooling rapidly. He drank it down quickly. It tasted bitter. If there was one thing he hated, it was cold coffee. He checked the clock once again. He wondered if there was time to make a fresh one. Sadly there wasn’t. “Another fifteen minutes,” he murmured. “Then I’m on patrol again.”
He shivered at the thought. It was getting cold, and threatening to rain. It was just what he needed. He shivered once again, and moved over to the radiator. He sat down, and placed his hands close to the grating. “I’ll just get a little bit of a heat,” he murmured to no one in particular. “Just for a little while.”
Charlie looked up. “Don’t you get too comfortable over there,” he said. “You’re out soon don’t forget.”
“Just a minute or two,” Dave replied. “That’s all.” Charlie nodded and went back to writing his report.
Neither of them saw her car suddenly come to a stop close to the wooded area. Neither of them saw the rear door of the car slowly open. Neither did they see a shadowy figure get out of the car and run silently into the forest or a blanket fall to the ground.
* * *
Chapter Two
The Robbery
“Four months,” he repeated. Four months, one week, and three days, and here he was, in the woods a short distance from the house. For the past hour he had listened to the band and the laughter from the party down by the river. He had listened as voices were occasionally raised in a sudden argument, or someone was trying to sing along with the music. He had watched as the party eventually drew to a close, and the guests had started to leave. Firstly, they had left in ones and twos, and then later in larger groups. Almost twenty minutes ago the last of them had gone. He watched as Bradley and his wife returned to the house. He saw them go in and the front door close behind them. A short time after he saw the ground floor lights go out. Ten minutes later the first floor lights went out. The house was now in complete darkness.
Not much longer now, he thought. “Another twenty minutes.” That was when the security guards were due to make their patrol. By then everyone would have gone and the area would be completely deserted, she had told him. “Two-thirty don’t forget, not a minute before and not a minute after.”
* * *
“The guards patrol once every ninety minutes,” she had said. “Ninety minutes exactly, no more, and no less. Just like clockwork. They never vary.” She paused watching his face. “Eleven thirty, one o’clock, two thirty, and so on, they pass by the front entrance.” He had listened intensely. “One guard stays in the gatehouse, and one guard goes on patrol,” she continued. “One guard and one dog usually, sometimes two.”
If it came to it he thought that he could handle a lone guard. He did not, however, like the idea of the dogs, but he said nothing. “A complete patrol takes a little bit short of one hour
” she had continued. “They then spend thirty minutes in the office. Writing their reports, getting a quick coffee, perhaps a bite to eat, and then they are ready to go out once more.” He still said nothing. She hoped that he was paying attention, and taking everything in. “Did you hear what I said?” He smiled and nodded. He heard. She took a deep breath. “You must be in position no sooner than one thirty. That way you can be sure that the guard has made his rounds, and has gone on. Enter the house no sooner than three o’clock. By then the alarm would have been deactivated. The security floodlights will be switched off, and the entrance door will be unlocked.”
He wasn’t too keen on hanging around from one thirty until three, but that’s what she said, and that was what she meant. “What about the security cameras?” he had asked. “Wouldn’t the security guards notice the cameras suddenly switching off? Their monitors would go blank. Wouldn’t that arouse suspicion?”
“You’ve no need to worry,” she said. “There have been problems with the camera at the front entrance for some weeks now. It has been very erratic. It will suddenly go off, and then sometime later it would just switch back on,” she explained. “It has been reported and the service engineers have been out on a number of occasions.” She paused for a moment and smiled. “Naturally it worked perfectly well for the engineers. It was no trouble at all, very strange. They are completely baffled. It was probably nothing more than a loose connection somewhere, they said, even though they could never find it,” she had continued. “So the guards won’t think anything of it. Besides new equipment has been ordered, and is due to be installed quite soon now.”
He was far from convinced, and was not entirely happy about the situation, but she ought to know, he reasoned. “Okay,” he said. “You seem to have covered everything.” He looked at her for a moment or two. “Everything, that is, except how do I get away afterwards? I mean you are going to drive me in, that part is clear and understood.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But how do I get out again?”