by Colin Forbes
Dr Wand's hand gripped the receiver like a vice. He could not speak for a few moments. His mouth twisted into an expression of disbelief, then of the utmost cruelty. `Are you still there?' the woman's voice asked anxiously.
`I am here.' Another long pause. 'Thank you for calling me…'
He replaced the receiver before she could reply. Pressing a button under his desk, he summoned Mrs Kramer. When she entered the room his huge fist crashed down on the desk – with such force that a glass ornament toppled off, broke into pieces on the wood block floor.
`Leave that alone!' he screamed as she rushed to clear up the mess. 'The Lear jet is on stand-by at Kastrup with a crew waiting, I trust?'
`Yes, it is…'
Mrs Kramer, a woman of no emotion, was terrified. Standing quite still, she stared at Wand who gazed at her with a penetrating glare.
`I shall be leaving very shortly,' Wand rasped. 'Shut up the villa and return to London-'
`I will deal with it immediately-'
`Don't interrupt me!' he shouted. 'There is a special instruction you have to carry out first. This is what you must do…'
The call from Marler to Tweed came through minutes after he had arrived in his room with Newman and Cardon. Marler chose his words carefully, knowing he was speaking through a hotel switchboard.
`I have to tell you that so far we have not traced the package – the missing package. We are continuing our efforts non-stop. As soon as we have succeeded I'll let you know. Excuse me if I go now.'
`Yes, don't waste time…'
Tweed put down the phone: Marler had gone off the line. He told Newman and Cardon the gist of the message. While he was pacing the room Newman phoned room service, ordered a meal for three. Tweed had not eaten for hours and Newman agreed with Napoleon – an army marches on its stomach.
They had almost finished their meal when there was another tapping on the door. Newman opened it, his Smith amp; Wesson in his other hand. A youngster wearing a white peaked cap and white jacket and trousers was holding a long box wrapped with blue ribbon.
`Who is this from?' Newman demanded.
`Probably a note inside.'
The young man was gone as Newman closed the door. Tweed stared at the oblong shape of the delivery. Newman looked at him.
`It feels very cold.'
`Give it to me.'
Grim-faced, Tweed placed the ice-cold box on a table. His blood was chilled as he felt the temperature. Taking a deep breath, remembering what Paula had found inside Andover's fridge in the New Forest – the severed arm – he stripped off the ribbon. Without hesitation he lifted the lid and stared at the contents. A plastic carton filled with ice. Placed under chunks of ice was a red rose.
Newman exploded. don't care what you want to do next. I am flying to Esbjerg to help Marler. I thought that damned box contained a piece of Paula – her hand, her arm.'
`So did I,' Tweed said quietly. 'Go out now, find a phone box, call Nielsen, ask him the quickest way we can reach Esbjerg, and could we have a car waiting at Esbjerg Airport to take us to Anton Norlin's unit…'
Newman had hardly left the room when the phone rang. Tweed heard Nielsen's voice at the other end. The Dane was also cautious how he worded his information.
`I thought you ought to know our friend has returned to Kastrup. The pilot of his jet has filed a flight plan. For Esbjerg.'
`Newman will be phoning you shortly. Thank you,
Lars…'
Tweed told Cardon what he had just heard. The Squirrel nodded, said it was fortunate they hadn't unpacked a thing.
`And I paid for the rooms for a week in advance,' Tweed reminded him. 'So we can slip quietly out of the hotel when Newman gets back. It means I can be at the scene of the final crisis which – with Wand leaving for Jutland – I'm sure is very close.'
To Tweed, it seemed for ever before Newman came back. In fact he had only been away for three quarters of an hour. He flopped in a chair, mopped his damp forehead despite the bitter cold outside.
`After phoning Nielsen, I couldn't find a taxi. I ran all the way down the Walking Street. I've handed in the hired Mercedes, then caught a taxi back here.'
`But what did Lars suggest?' Tweed asked impatiently.
`No flights to Esbjerg at this time of day. He's fixed up for us to fly there in a small Piper Archer plane from Kastrup. An unmarked car will be waiting for us on the other side of the square – at this end of the Nyhavn. The driver will be wearing a yellow carnation in his buttonhole and smoking a cheroot for identification.'
`Sounds a natty dresser,' Cardon observed. 'When does our chariot await?'
Tweed was staring out of the window in Room 209, which overlooked Kongens Nytorv square. Beyond the bare skeletal branches of trees he thought he saw a car parked on the far side.
`The driver should be waiting for us now,' said Newman.
`Then we leave at once,' Tweed ordered. 'Philip, go first, ring us from the lobby if none of those four people I talked to are about.'
The phone rang two minutes later. Cardon reported the coast was clear. As Tweed left the hotel with Newman, walked into the arctic temperature, he made the comment to him.
`That was a frightening package delivered to us – as it was meant to be. But Wand committed a strategic blunder. The only person who could have informed him of my arrival is one of the Burgoyne Quartet. The question is – which one?'
Before boarding his Lear jet, Dr Wand made a phone call from inside the Kastrup Airport concourse. He dialled Dr Hyde's number. Again the connection was quick.
`You know who this is,' Wand said brusquely.
`I do. I have stayed in so as to…'
`Just listen, if you would be so kind,' Wand said sarcastically. 'The operation on your patient must be carried out earlier – this evening. I want to smash someone's morale into the ground…'
He slammed down the phone so savagely he nearly broke the instrument. Then he hurried to the waiting jet.
46
`Hello, Johnny.'
Butler had climbed out of his Volvo, which was parked across the stretch of lonely road from Bolderslev to Tinglev. His right arm hung limply by his side, his left hand clutched a thick wad of kroner banknotes.
Butler had decided it was time to speed things up. Earlier he had talked to a neighbour of Johnny Clausen's in Tinglev. He had explained he needed a driver urgently, that he was willing to pay well for the service.
`I gather he's taken a passenger to Bolderslev,' Butler had continued. 'If you could tell me the make of his car and registration number I'll try and meet him on his way back. I've had too much to drink for the long drive I have to make.' He had breathed fumes over the neighbour, fumes manufactured from smearing his lips with gin from a bottle he had bought. -
The neighbour, a jolly-looking Dane, had nodded in understanding. Which is how Butler had learned Clausen drove a blue Saab and its number.
Now he walked unsteadily towards Johnny Clausen who had climbed out of his Saab and walked towards Butler. With a toss of his head Clausen reacted aggressively.
`What the hell do you mean by blocking the road?'
Clausen was a weasel-like man with shifty eyes. Then his manner changed when he caught sight of the wad of money. Dressed in a soiled anorak and denims ripped at the sides, he put his thin hands on his hips.
`What do you want?'
`I need someone to drive me to Esbjerg. Too much to drink. I'll pay well.'
`Let me see…'
He never finished his sentence. Butler's limp right arm suddenly came alive. There was a blur of movement inside his unzipped windcheater and Johnny stared into the muzzle of a 7.65mm automatic. Butler pocketed the banknotes.
`You get the money if you do exactly what I say. Or you get your head blown off. First job, get back behind the wheel of your Saab. I'll sit beside you…'
Under Butler's brusque instructions Johnny drove his Saab off the road deep inside a copse of evergreen trees. He then got out an
d, with Butler close behind, walked back to the Volvo.
`Same act,' Butler snapped. 'Get behind the wheel and follow my instructions. If we meet a patrol car don't play clever. This gun will be rammed into your guts..
He directed Johnny to drive towards Tinglev, then take a quiet road which practically bypassed the town. They came to the track Butler had led Marler up earlier.
`Turn off here. Drive up that track. Someone we have to pick up.'
The Volvo bumped over the track and Butler told Johnny to drive it behind the copse of trees he'd seen on his first visit. Obeying Butler, Johnny switched off the engine, climbed out of the car. Butler ran round the front, still aiming the automatic. They stood close to the verge of the marsh. Butler had his automatic jabbed into his prisoner's back.
`I need to know where you took a passenger you brought in from Germany.' He thrust the photo of Dr Hyde in front of Johnny's face. 'Where did you take him?'
`I've never seen this man before.'
`He paid you that much to keep your trap shut? Here is your money ..
As Johnny turned round Butler slammed a haymaker into his jaw. The Dane collapsed and Butler got busy. He spread the body face down, fetched the rope already looped into a wide noose from the rear of the Volvo. It took him no time at all to slip the noose over the outspread arms and down the body to the waist. At this point Butler tightened the slip-knot. He had been careful not to hit Johnny too hard, using only half his strength. In a few minutes the prone figure began to stir.
Dazed, he looked up at Butler. Waiting a few more minutes, Butler asked his question again.
`Where did you take that passenger to?'
`I've never seen him…'
`Oh dear.' Butler sounded regretful. 'You want it the hard way. Because you'll end up dead if you don't talk.'
Tucking a rolled end of the rope inside his belt, Butler stooped, lifted Johnny bodily, carried him to the edge of the marsh and threw him forward. The Dane landed in a pool of filthy water with a splash. His legs went down first, sucked under into the ooze. He struggled futilely, waving his arms, calling out for help.
Butler took the roll of rope from his belt, pulled it tight and for a moment Johnny's downward progress into the marsh was arrested. Then Butler played out more rope. The waist sank under the gurgling slime. It crept up his chest. He screamed for mercy. Butler paid out more rope and the mud rose to Johnny's shoulders. His arms were trapped under the marsh. Only his neck, his terrified face were visible.
At Kastrup Airport in a remote part of the complex Tweed, Newman and Cardon boarded the small Piper Archer plane. They first stepped on to the wing and then entered through a door like that of a car.
The interior reminded Tweed of a car. There was the pilot's seat with another alongside, which Tweed sat in. Behind were two more seats occupied by Newman and Cardon. They sat with their cases in their laps. Tweed glanced over his shoulder at Newman.
`This plane, Bob, has only one propeller,' he teased.
`If we have to fly to Jutland on a wing and a prayer that's OK by me,' Newman snapped. 'Just so long as we get there fast.'
`Agreed,' said Tweed.
When they had strapped themselves into their seats the pilot supplied by Nielsen started up the engine. It was icy cold and fortunately they all wore heavy overcoats. The sky was clear as the plane moved forward, left the ground, climbed.
We fly to Esbjerg at a maximum altitude of three thousand feet,' the pilot told Tweed. 'The met forecast is for this weather all the way so you'll have a unique view of Denmark.'
`What about tonight?' Tweed enquired.
`A major weather change – especially in Jutland. Heavy fog along the whole coast. You're not thinking of enjoying a sailing trip, I hope?'
`I never enjoy a sailing trip,' said Tweed with vehemence.
They flew over the large island of Sjaelland, which Copenhagen sits on. The pilot had been right, Tweed thought, as he gazed down. From that height he could even see people walking, tiny figures. The landscape was something most tourists never saw. Beautiful rolling grassy hill slopes, some of them wooded. The isolated lake which gleamed like a sapphire. Cosy-looking single- storey homes tucked away amid trees at the end of twisting drives. It was like passing over paradise.
`We're flying due west?' Tweed checked with the pilot.
`Not quite, at the moment. We've been routed more north-west for the moment. We're passing over the Farum area down there. Soon we turn south and then due west.'
They flew over a stretch of sparkling sea which the pilot said was the Store Belt. Ships cruising north and south were crystal clear with their pure white wakes. They crossed another large island, Funen, then a brief stretch of narrow sea and land reappeared. The pilot said they were now over Jutland.
`Thank God!' said Newman. 'As soon as we arrive I'm hiring a car from Avis. They have an outfit in Esbjerg. Then I'm driving immediately south to contact Marler. I want to know if he's had any success.'
`I agree,' Tweed replied. 'You have the phone number of my hotel, Also Anton Norlin's number. I insist you keep me up to date. That's a direct order.'
Newman then realized Tweed was as worried about Paula as he was. Studying the landscape had been a way of distracting his mind from this extreme anxiety. But would they be able to find Paula in time?
Marler was searching for Butler. He drove through Tinglev and headed for the track where he had last seen him. As he turned on to the track and drove past the copse of trees an extraordinary sight opened up. He parked, jumped out of his car.
Butler was hauling a thin, scrawny man attached to a rope out of the marshes. The apparition was coated with slime up to his throat. Giving one mighty heave, Butler hauled the man on to firm ground, dropped the rope, turned to Marler.
`I made him talk. He nearly went right under, the bloody fool.' knows where she is?' Marler asked quickly.
`No, but he's told us where he dropped Dr Hyde, haven't you, Johnny?' he asked, addressing the sorry figure lying on the ground.
`Yes… I told you… for God's sake…'
Tor God's sake get out of those clothes,' Butler retorted. 'I have a new outfit you can put on. Too large, but it's clean.'
Butler ran to the Volvo, returned with a pair of denims, a flannel shirt, and a windcheater. He threw them down next to Clausen together with a box of paper tissues. The Dane clambered to his feet, stared at his muddy hands.
`Clean them up as fast as you can, get into those fresh clothes. You've got two minutes.'
Butler waved the Walther towards him. Clausen, shivering in the cold wind, performed a quick-change act. Butler gathered up the discarded clothes, rolled them into a bundle and threw them into the marsh. He took out a map. `Now, show my friend where you dropped Dr Hyde.'
`Here.' Clausen pointed with a grubby finger. Butler marked the spot with a cross. 'In the middle of nowhere,' he continued. 'A green Renault was parked further up the road. My passenger stood in the wind until I'd almost driven out of sight back towards Tonder. Then, in the rear-view mirror, I saw him walking to the Renault, which had another man behind the wheel.'
`You're doing well, Johnny,' Butler said ironically while Clausen used tissues to wipe mud off his neck. `But you took your time.'
`You nearly killed me. Another few seconds and I'd have gone under that bloody swamp.'
`You would,' Butler assured him. Normally laconic, he was speaking fast. He moved closer, touched the side of the Dane's head with the muzzle of the Walther. Clausen froze. Butler's next words were delivered in a grim tone.
`One more thing. You don't tell anyone about what happened here. Not anyone. Not for three weeks. We have reliable informants in the area. I hear you've dropped one wrong word and I'll be back. You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck.'
`The money-' Clausen began.
`Oh, you get that at the end of the three weeks. If you are still alive. When we've gone, wait five minutes, then drive home. Those clothes are a lousy fit. And y
ou've still got mud on your face, neck, and God knows where else. Your story is you were out here with a girl. You were drunk, fell into the marsh. This will back up your story.'
Butler produced the bottle of gin he'd used earlier on himself. He poured a small quantity down the front of Clausen's outsize windcheater. `And, Johnny, don't have second thoughts,' Butler warned menacingly. 'They could be the last ones you ever have…'
He agreed to follow Marler back off the track, got behind the wheel of his own Volvo, drove slowly as Marler reversed on to the road. They were approaching the outskirts of Tonder when Marler signalled to park at the roadside while they were still in open country.
Butler left his car, joined Marler in the front passenger seat. Marler had driven fast and now he spoke fast.
`Let me look at that map you marked with a cross where your Johnny dropped Dr Hyde. I only peeked over your shoulder.'
`This is interesting,' he commented. 'I drove through Hojer and turned north. Then I turned west at an intersection in the wilderness. Johnny dropped Hyde close to that some intersection. I couldn't find anything. We'll drive back to my lodging house at 'Fonder – in case there's a message. I just hope Paula is still all right…'
47
`She is asleep, Ilena. That is helpful. We can make our final preparations now.'
`You want bowl of hot water?'
`Not yet.' Hyde sounded testy. will tell you what is required when it is required. Clean this floor again with that vacuum cleaner. Sand has penetrated from outside.'
Paula, stretched out on the couch, had her eyes shut but was wide awake. She compelled her whole body to remain relaxed, to give no indication that she was fully conscious. Listening but not seeing was a horrible experience. Her imagination worked overtime.
She heard the purr of the vacuum cleaner as Ilena obeyed Hyde's instruction. She heard the familiar snap as he opened his bag. A minute or so later there was a tinkle. He was carefully laying out his scalpels in the correct sequence.
She'd had her eyes wide open just before the sound of the key being inserted in the door behind the wooden platform at the top of the steps. The platform had a single wooden rail, thigh high to guard against someone falling over the edge.