Kennikin's face tightened. 'You have dangerous knowledge.'
'I have more than that - I have Slade. I had him even as he spoke to you. My gun was in his fat neck.'
'And where is he now?'
'For Christ's sake, Vaslav!' I said. 'You're talking to me, not some muscle-bound, half-witted ape like Ilyich.'
He shrugged. 'I had to try.'
I grinned. 'You'll have to do a bloody sight better than that. I can tell you this, though - if you go looking for him, by the time you find him he'll be cold meat. Those are my orders.'
Kennikin pulled at his lower lip, thinking deeply. 'Orders you have received - or orders you have given?'
I leaned forward, preparing to lie heroically. 'Let's make no mistake about this, Vaslav. Those are orders I've given. If you, or anyone who even smells like you, gets close to Slade, then Slade dies. Those are the orders I have given and they'll be followed, you may depend upon it.'
At all costs I had to drive out of his mind any suggestion that I had been given orders. The only man who could give me orders was Taggart, and if he had issued such orders then the game was blown as far as Slade was concerned. If Kennikin believed for one minute that Taggart had penetrated Slade's cover then he'd cut his losses by killing me and Elin, and get the hell back to Russia as fast as he could move.
I buttressed the argument by saying, 'I may be rapped over the knuckles when the Department catches up with me, but until then those orders stand - Slade will catch a bullet if you go near him.'
Kennikin smiled grimly. 'And who will pull the trigger? You've said you're working independently of Taggart, and I know you're alone.'
I said, 'Don't sell the Icelanders short, Vaslav. I know them very well and I have a lot of friends"here - and so does Elin Ragnarsdottir. They don't like what you've been doing in their country and they don't like one of their own being put in danger.'
I leaned back in the chair. 'Look at it this way. This is a biggish country with a small population. Everyone knows everyone else. Damn it, everyone is related to everyone else if you push it back far enough - and the Icelanders do. I've never known a people, other than the Scots, who are so genealogically minded. So everyone cares what happens to Elin Ragnarsdottir. This isn't a mass society where people don't even know their next-door neighbour. By taking Elin Ragnarsdottir you've laid yourself wide open.'
Kennikin looked thoughtful. I hoped I had given him something to chew over for a long time, but I didn't have the time so I pushed him. 'I want the girl down here in this room intact and in one piece. If any harm has come to her then you've made a big mistake.'
He regarded me keenly, and said, 'It's obvious you haven't informed the Icelandic authorities. If you had, the police would be here.'
'You're so right,' I said. 'I haven't, and for good reasons. Firstly, it would cause an international brouhaha, which would be lamentable. Secondly, and more important, all the authorities could do would be to deport Slade. My friends are tougher-minded - they'll kill him if necessary.' I leaned over and jabbed Kennikin in the knee with a hard forefinger. 'And then they'll blow you off to the police and you'll be up to your neck in uniforms and diplomats.' I straightened up. 'I want to see the girl, and I want to see her now.'
'You talk straight,' he said. 'But, then, you always did . . .' His voice tailed away, and he whispered, '. . . until you betrayed me.'
'I don't see you have any options,' I said. 'And just to screw it tighter I'll tell you something else. There's a time limit. If my friends don't get the word from Elin's own lips within three hours then Slade gets what's coming to him.'
I could see Kennikin visibly debating it with himself. He had to make a choice and a damned thin one it was. He said, 'Your Icelandic friends - do they know who Slade is?'
'You mean that he's in Russian Intelligence?' I said. 'Or in British Intelligence, for that matter?' I shook my head. 'All they know is that he's a hostage for Elin. I didn't tell them anything else about him. They think you're a crowd of gangsters and, by God, they're not far wrong!'
That clinched it. He thought he had me isolated, that only Elin and I knew the truth that Slade was a double agent. Given that premise which, God knows, was true enough since my Icelandic friends were pure invention, then he could do a deal. He was faced with the choice of sacrificing Slade, who had been laboriously built up over many years into a superlative Trojan Horse, for a no-account Icelandic girl. The choice was obvious. He would be no worse off than before he had taken her, and his weasel mind would already be working out ways of double-crossing me.
He sighed. 'At least you can see the girl.' He signalled to the man standing behind him who left the room.
I said, 'You've really queered this one, Vaslav. I don't think Bakayev is going to be too cheerful about it. It'll be Siberia for sure this time, if not worse - and all because of Slade. It's funny, isn't it? You spent four years in Ashkhabad because of Slade, and now what do you have to look forward to?'
There was a look almost of pain in his eyes. 'Is it true -what you said about Slade and Sweden?'
'Yes, Vaslav,' I said. 'It was Slade who cut the ground from under you there.'
He shook his head irritably. 'There's one thing I don't understand,' he said. 'You say you are willing to trade Slade for the girl. Why should a member of your Department do that?'
'I swear to God you don't listen to me. I'm not a member of the Department I quit four years ago.'
He pondered. 'Even so where are your loyalties?'
_
'My loyalties are my business,' I said curtly. 1 'The world well lost for a woman?' he asked mockingly. 'I've been cured of that way of thinking - and you were the doctor.'
'Now, you're not still harping on that,' I said. 'If you hadn't jumped when you should have fallen flat you'd have been killed decently.'
The door opened and Elin came in under escort. I was about to get up but subsided again as Kennikin lifted his pistol warningly. 'Hello, Elin; you'll forgive me if I don't get up.'
Her face was pale and when she saw me it acquired a bleak look. 'You, too!'
'I'm here by choice,' I said. 'Are you all right? They didn't hurt you?'
'Not more than was necessary,' she said. 'Just some arm twisting.' She put her hand to her wounded shoulder.
I smiled at her. 'I've come to collect you. We'll be leaving soon.'
'That's a matter of opinion,' said Kennikin. 'How do you expect to do it?'
'In the normal way - through the front door,' I said.
'Just like that!' Kennikin smiled. 'And what about Slade?'
'He'll be returned unharmed.'
'My dear Alan! Not long ago you accused me of being unrealistic. You'll have to work out a better exchange mechanism than that.'
I grinned at him. 'I didn't think you'd fall for it but, as you said, one has to try. I daresay we can work out something equitable.'
'Such as?'
I rubbed my chin. 'Such as sending Elin away. She'll contact our friends and then you exchange Slade for me. The arrangements can be made by telephone.'
'That sounds logical,' said Kennikin. 'But I'm not sure it's reasonable. Two for one, Alan?'
'It's a pity you can't ask Slade if it's reasonable or not.'
'You make a point.' Kennikin moved restlessly. He was trying to find the flaws in it. 'We get Slade back unharmed?'
I smiled apologetically. 'Er . . . well - not entirely. He's been leaking blood through a hole, but it's minor and not fatal. And he might have a headache - but why should you care about that?'
'Why, indeed?' Kennikin stood up. 'I think I can go along with you on this, but I'd like to think about it a little more.'
'Not for too long,' I said warningly. 'Remember the time limit.'
Elin said, 'Have you really captured Slade?'
I stared at her, trying to pass an unspoken message and hoping to God she didn't let me down. 'Yes. Our friends are taking care of him - Valtyr is in charge.'
'Valtyr!'
She nodded. 'He's big enough to handle anyone.'
I switched my eyes back to Kennikin and tried not to show too much relief at the way Elin had played that one. 'Buck it up, Vaslav,' I said. 'Time's a-wasting.'
He came to the decision quickly. 'Very well, it shall be as you say.' He looked at his watch. 'I also shall lay down a time limit. If there is no telephone call within two hours then you will die regardless of what may happen to Slade.' He swung on his heel and faced Elin. 'Remember that, Elin Ragnarsdottir.'
'There's just one thing,' I said. 'I'll have to talk to Elin before she leaves to tell her where to find Valtyr. She doesn't know, you see.'
'Then you'll do it in my hearing.'
I gave him a pained look. 'Don't be an idiot. You'd know as much as I do, and that might be unwise. You'd know where Slade is and you might be tempted to get him out. And where would that leave me?' I stood cautiously. 'I talk to Elin privately or not at all. It's another stalemate, Vaslav, but I'm sure you understand that I have to look out for my own skin.'
'Yes, I'm sure you do,' he said contemptuously. He gestured with the gun. 'You may talk in the corner, but I remain in the room.'
'Fair enough.' I jerked my head at Elin and we walked over to the corner. I stood with my back to Kennikin because, for all I knew, lip-reading in six languages might have been one of his minor talents.
Elin whispered, 'Have you really got Slade?'
'Yes, but Valtyr doesn't know about it, nor anyone else. I've sold Kennikin a credible story but not the true one. But I have got Slade.'
She put her hand to my chest. 'They took me so quickly,' she said. 'I couldn't do anything. I was afraid, Alan.'
'That doesn't matter now,' I said. 'You're going to walk out of here, and this is how you do it. You . . .'
'But you are staying.' There was pain in her eyes.
'I won't be staying long if you do as I say. Listen carefully. You'll leave here, walk up to the road and turn left. About half a mile along you'll come to a big dreamboat of an American car. Whatever you do, don't open the boot. Just climb into it and go like a bat out of hell to Keflavik. Got that?'
She nodded. 'What do I do there?'
'See Lee Nordlinger. Raise a storm and demand to see a CIA agent. Lee and everyone else will deny having such an article on the premises, but if you persist long enough they'll dig one up. You can tell Lee it's about the gadget he tested; that might help. Tell the CIA man the whole story and then tell him to open the boot of the car.' I grinned wryly. 'But don't call it the boot or he won't know what the hell you're talking about. Call it the trunk.'
'So what is in there?'
'Slade,' I said.
She stared at me. 'He's here! Just outside this house!'
'It was all I could do at short notice,' I said. 'I had to act quickly.'
'But what about you?'
'Get the CIA man to make the telephone call. You'll have just on two hours from the time you leave here, so you'll have to be bloody persuasive. If you can't do it in time or if the CIA man won't be persuaded, then make the call yourself and spin Kennikin some kind of yarn. Set up a meeting to exchange me for Slade. It might be phoney but it will buy me time.'
'What if the Americans won't believe me?'
'Tell them you know about Fleet and McCarthy. Tell them you'll give it to the Icelandic newspapers. That should produce some kind of reaction. Oh, yes; and tell them that all your friends know exactly where you are - just as insurance.' I was trying to cover all the possibilities.
She closed her eyes briefly as she memorized her instructions. When she opened them, she asked, 'Is Slade alive?'
'Of course he is. I told Kennikin the truth about that. He's damaged but alive.'
She said, 'I was thinking the CIA might believe Slade rather than me. He might even know the CIA people at Keflavik.'
'I know,' I said. 'But we have to take that risk. That's why you must tell the whole story before producing Slade. Get your oar in first. If you pitch it really hot they won't just let him walk out.'
She didn't seem too happy about that, and neither was I, but it was the best we could do. I said, 'Make it fast, but not so fast that you have an accident in that car.' I put my hand under her chin and tipped her head up. 'Everything will be all right. You'll see.'
She blinked rapidly. 'There's something you must know. That gun you gave me I've still got it.'
It was my turn to blink. 'What!' 'They didn't search me. I have it on me - in the holster under this anorak.'
I looked at her. Her anorak was admittedly very loose and no sign of the gun was visible. Someone had slipped. It was unlikely that an Icelandic girl would be armed, but even so it was bad workmanship. No wonder Kennikin went off pop periodically about the quality of his team. Elin said, 'Can I pass it to you safely?'
'Not a chance,' I said regretfully, aware of Kennikin at my back. He would be watching like a hawk, and a Smith and Wesson .38 pistol isn't something you can palm in your hand like a playing-card. 'You'd better keep it. Who knows, you might need it.'
I put my hand on her good shoulder and drew her towards me. Her lips were cold and hard under mine, and she trembled slightly. I drew back my head, and said, 'You'd better go,' and turned to face Kennikin.
'Very touching,' he said.
'There's one thing,' I said. 'Your time limit is too short. Two hours isn't enough.'
'It will have to do,' he said uncompromisingly.
'Be reasonable, Vaslav. She has to drive through Reykjavik. The day is getting on and by the time she reaches town it will be just after five o'clock - right in the middle of the rush hour when people are going home. You wouldn't want to lose Slade because of a traffic jam, would you?'
'You're not thinking of Slade,' he said. 'You're thinking of yourself. You're thinking of the bullet in your head.'
'Maybe I am, but you'd better think of Slade because if I'm dead then so is he.'
He nodded shortly, 'Three hours,' he said. 'Not a minute more.'
Kennikin was a logical man and susceptible to a reasoned argument. I had won Elin another hour in which to convince the top brass at Keflavik. 'She goes alone,' I said. 'No one follows her.'
'That is understood.'
'Then give her the telephone number she is to call. It would be a pity if she walked out without it.'
Kennikin took out a notebook and scribbled down a number, then ripped out the sheet and gave it to her. 'No tricks,' he said. 'Especially no police. If there is an undue number of strangers around here, then he dies. You'd better know that I mean it.'
In a colourless voice she said, 'I understand. There will be no tricks.'
She looked at me and there was something in her eyes that made my heart turn over, and then Kennikin took her by the elbow and led her to the door. A minute later I saw her through the window, walking away from the house up towards the road.
Kennikin returned. 'We'll put you somewhere safe,' he said, and jerked his head at the man who held a gun on me. I was led upstairs and into an empty room. Kennikin surveyed the bare walls and shook his head sadly. 'They did these things so much better in medieval times,' he said.
I was in no mood for light conversation but I played along with him. I had the idea that, perhaps, he wouldn't mind at all if Slade didn't show up. Then he would be able to get down to the delightful business of killing me -slowly. And I had put the idea into his mind; I had tried to antagonize him towards Slade. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea.
I said, 'What do you mean?'
'In those days they built with stone.' He strode to the window and thumped on the exterior wall. It responded with a wooden hollowness. 'This place is built like an eggshell.'
That was true enough. The chalets around Thingvallavatn are holiday cottages, not designed for permanent occupancy. A timber frame, skinned on each side with thin planking and with a filling of foamed polystyrene for insulation, finished off with a skim of plaster maybe half an inch thick on the interior to make the place
look nice. The nearest thing to a permanent tent.
Kennikin went to the opposite wall and rapped on it with his knuckles. It echoed even more hollowly. 'You could get through this partition wall in fifteen minutes, using nothing more than your hands. Therefore this man will stay in here with you.'
'You needn't worry,' I said sourly. 'I'm not Superman.'
'You don't need to be Superman to tangle the feet of the incompetents I've been given for this operation,' said Kennikin, equally sourly. 'You've proved that already. But I think the orders I give now will penetrate the thickest head.' He turned to the man with the gun. 'Stewartsen will sit in that corner. You will stand in front of the door. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
'If he moves, shoot him. Understand?'
'Yes.'
'If he speaks, shoot him. Understand?'
'Yes.'
'If he does anything else at all, shoot him. Understand?'
'Yes,' said the man with the gun stolidly.
Kennikin's orders weren't leaving much room for manoeuvre. He said musingly, 'Now, have I forgotten anything? Oh, yes! You said that Slade had a hole in him -right?'
'Not much of one,' I said. 'Just in the hand.'
He nodded, and said to the guard, 'When you shoot him, don't kill him. Shoot him in the stomach.' He turned on his heel and left the room. The door slammed behind him.
Chapter II
I looked at the guard and the guard looked right back at me. His gun was trained on my belly and didn't deviate a hair's-breadth. With his other hand he gestured wordlessly towards the corner, so I backed into it until my shoulder-blades touched and then bent my knees until I was squatting on my heels.
He looked at me expressionlessly. 'Sit!' he said economically.
I sat. He wasn't going to be bluffed. He stood in front of the door about fifteen feet away and he was impregnable. He had the look of a man who would obey orders to the letter; if I rushed him I'd catch a bullet and I couldn't even con him into doing anything stupid. It was going to be a long three hours.
Kennikin had been right. Left alone in the room and I'd have gone through the partition wall, and it wouldn't have taken me any fifteen minutes either. True, once through the wall I would still be in the house, but I'd be in an unexpected place, and surprise, as all generals know, wins battles. Now that Elin was gone I was prepared to do anything to get away, and Kennikin knew it.
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