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Then he was beneath the network and passing on to Pyrmont, and the most deeply felt welcome that the generous heart of Sydney had ever given.
Afterwards Shaw went down with reaction, fatigue, and a raging fever which for a long time seemed to take the guts out of him. People came to see him at the King George V hospital in Camperdown once he was out of danger and on the mend. Sir Donald Mackinnon and Judith Donovan were among them; also James, and James told him that there had been a big turn-up at Bandagong, where quite a little flock or collaborators appeared to have nested. He also told him that three bodies had turned up along Ninety Mile Beach just north of Port Albert near Wilson’s Promontory. One was Lubin, one was believed to be Karstad but this awaited positive identification by Shaw—the Swedish Government, James said, had been mighty surprised to learn the real identity of their agent—and the third was an unidentified
Chinese. James said that he didn’t for a moment suppose that they’d got the whole lot who had been in on the project, but he and the security section would be keeping their eyes open as usual and they would all drop in the net one day. One of those still missing was the ship’s engineer, Siggings, and he was being looked for by the police authorities on a primary charge of illegally entering the Commonwealth by jumping ship. It wouldn’t be long before he was hauled in, and then he would face the major charge of conspiracy and attempt at wholesale murder. The passenger, Markham, who had provided Karstad’s alibi, was being held and charged with being an accessory to the murder of Colonel Gresham, which appeared to be the extent of his involvement.
Shaw, naturally, was glad to hear the news but on the whole he was too weak to take it all in and he couldn’t talk for long; and it wasn’t until he’d been discharged from hospital and was convalescing at James’s home in the Blue Mountains that he could take any real interest in things. Then, one evening, James came back from a visit to Melbourne with some more news.
He came to where Shaw was sitting in a deck chair, and he smiled down at him. He said, “Well—it was touch and go right enough! We’ve just had the intelligence reports through—at last.” He chucked down a stack of Top Secret documents. “Briefly, it’s this. Our yellow pals were all ready to go. They’d actually planned to land here in Australia, up north by Cape Otway, to strike down for Brisbane . . . but when the New South Wales berthed safely, well, they just faded quietly away, all those armies and air forces, and tried to pretend they’d never meant any harm at all.”
He sat down beside Shaw, mixed himself a John Collins from the tray on a small table. He said, “And it’s all thanks to you, of course.”
Shaw grunted, and shifted uncomfortably. He asked, “No more news of the minor operatives?”
“Not yet, but that’s our worry.”
Shaw murmured, “Of couse, Lubin’s the boy really and he’s dead. Now he’s gone, there won’t be any repetition of all that.”
James nodded. “Reckon that’s right. By the way, Latymer’s hypothesis of Lubin having a double in Voronezh, that was right too, I’d say. Anyway, we hear the bloke, the ga-ga one that was supposed to be Lubin, has been hauled in. I reckon he’s either dead or in Siberia by this time.” He hesitated. “When you’re feeling fit enough, there’s some explosives experts want to have a word with you about that flame-thrower gadget. You got any ideas on that, Esmonde?” Shaw said, “Well, I don’t know . . . could have been a new and very highly concentrated form of magnesium. Or something in the atomic or rocket-fuel line even, I dare say, but I certainly hadn’t time for a detailed examination of it!” He added, “It was something the Asian mind dreamed up, you know—I suppose it would have burned through pretty well anything.”
James gave a short laugh. “Up into the reactor was the idea, to soften it up for the main charge. That’d have been enough!”
“Yes, it would.” Somehow Shaw’s mind wouldn’t concentrate. He wanted only to forget now. He looked away from James, looked out from the peaceful, shady veranda across the mountains, purple and blue and green, shot with red under a splendid sunset ... it was, he thought, a very lovely land, this Australia, wide open and free and forward-looking. A fine place to get well in, to live in too. The air was keen and fresh and invigorating; it was like the wine of life. There was a cheerfulness, a content, an optimism in living out here which England hadn’t got any more. And you never saw a sunset like that in England. A sunset, here a commonplace, was in England something which people remarked on, took you out into the garden to look at. Shaw sat there very still and very quiet. After some minutes James gave a low chuckle. He asked,
“Dreaming of home, eh?”
Shaw smiled fleetingly. “Well, not exactly.” Then he looked curiously at James. “You’ve been in London . . . what does it mean to you?”
James laughed, took up his drink and said lazily: “Why, I dunno . . . reckon it means, well, drizzle in Tilbury first of all, then rain in St James’s Park . . . crowds in the rush hour, traffic jams around Piccadilly Circus and in Regent Street. That sort of thing.”
“Exactly.” Shaw’s eyes were very far away. “That’s what it means. Rain in St James’s Park, traffic jams, crowds . . . and do you know something? I rather like it.” What he’d wanted to say, but for the sake of politeness hadn’t said, was. And deep down I just can’t wait to see it again.
Three weeks later, still heavily bandaged, Shaw was driven in to Kingsford Smith and went aboard the Qantas for London.
Judith, for whom he’d wangled a passage home, was with him. His report had gone to Latymer in departmental cypher some time before and he had also had a chat with the Old Man on the long-distance closed line from a certain office in Canberra. They’d talked about quite a number of things during that call, but, as the stratocruiser circled over Heathrow at the end of its trip from Sydney and Shaw picked out the broad white ribbon of the Great West Road and the traffic crawling along it, he had only three things in his mind. One was that the Government was going to see to it that some recognition of Donovan’s sacrifice in tipping them off was given to the man’s daughter, which was partly why Judith was now bound for London. The second was that he’d soon be seeing Debonnair again.
And the third thing had to do with Debonnair as well: Latymer had promised to see to it that he got that interrupted leave, and he meant to go right back to Paris again. For some time before that landing Shaw was silent and preoccupied; Judith kept giving him reserved little glances.
But, of course, she understood.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR