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The bullet hit the side of the doorway where she had been standing. It ricocheted across the drive into the distance. Paula felt herself grabbed by Strangeways, pulled back inside as he used a foot to slam the door shut.

'Wait here,' he barked. He was taking keys from his pocket. 'I'm going to the gun room. I saw the muzzle- flash. Came from the rooftop of the house opposite.

Paula took several deep breaths. In no time Strangeways was back, holding a rifle. His eyes were blazing but his manner was controlled and calm. He was about to open the door again when Paula spoke.

'If you don't mind, I'd like to make a brief phone call.'

'Of course you can. The library. I'll wait here.'



Inside the room she took out a small notebook. She had written down certain phone numbers she had obtained from Monica. One of them was Basil Windermere's flat in London. She pressed numbers, listened. His cultured tones came clearly down the line on an answer-phone.

'Dear caller, you have reached Basil. Ectually, I happen to be rather tied up at the moment. Sorry and all that. Do please leave your name and number. Then it will be my pleasure to return your call earliest possible. Cheerio.'

So Windermere was not at home. Paula put down the phone and went back into the hall. Strangeways gave her explicit orders in a commanding voice.

'Stay well back in the hall. I'm going out to investigate.'

Opening the door, he strode out. Reaching the drive he marched down it as though leading a division into battle. His rifle was elevated, aimed at the flat top of the mansion opposite beyond the rim of his wall. He stopped a few yards down the drive, called to her over his shoulder.

'Make a dive for your car. But first press the red b.u.t.ton on the left-hand side of the door. Drive out fast. There's never any traffic in the square. Sorry about this. Keep moving...'

She obeyed him, pressing the b.u.t.ton on the automatic security device. Throwing open the car door, she jumped inside, slammed the door shut. The gates were opening after she had pressed the red b.u.t.ton. Strangeways moved on to the verge, his rifle still elevated as he continued to scan the rooftops. Gravel spurted up as she pressed her foot down. Then she was in the first deserted square, driving on into the second empty, larger square.

She slowed a lot to navigate her way through the village. As soon as she left it behind she rammed her foot down again. She was miles away when she reduced speed, continuing to check her rear-view mirror. No sign of any other vehicle. But she had been followed from London.

The heavy overcast dropped lower as she drove beyond Ashford and along a wide A-road. The ma.s.sed black clouds made it almost as dark as night and she had her lights on. She was still on the almost deserted road when she first heard the distant sound of a helicopter approaching.

It was half a mile away when she glanced to the west and frowned. A Sikorsky. She couldn't see any identification signs on its fuselage. It was heading straight for her. She began to worry. If she continued straight ahead she would soon lead the machine to the secret Bunker.

To her left, a long way off across a vast field, she saw a tractor dragging a harrow. A moment later, by the roadside, she saw an old barn, its doors yawning open; the home of the tractor, she imagined. She looked again at the helicopter. It had just disappeared inside a low cloud. She reacted quickly.

Slowing down, she swung the wheel, drove inside the large barn. An aroma of straw on the floor filled her nostrils. Switching off the engine, she looked back at the entrance. She was deep enough inside the barn to be totally concealed from the air. Then she heard the loud beat-beat of the chopper, flying much lower.

She lit one of her rare cigarettes. No chance of the smoke drifting outside the barn. She sat quite still, tense. The helicopter was now circling. At one moment it sounded to be just above the barn. Now she had no doubt that the crew on board were looking for her.

'I'm having a nice couple of days,' she said to herself. 'I had the fight at Eagle Street. Today someone tried to kill me at Irongates. There's no doubt the marksman was the Phantom - for no good reason, you idiot. Now you can just sit it out here.'

Sooner than she had expected the machine flew away, the sound of its engine fading. She still stayed where she was. Could be a trick - it might suddenly dart back. After ten minutes she decided it had gone and resumed her journey.

Turning off the road where a lane to the left was signposted Ivychurch, she followed the complex route down winding country lanes. She knew the way because Tweed had driven her to the Bunker when it was in the process of being constructed. Just before she reached the automatic gate which she knew Mrs Carson would open she stopped the car, turned off the engine.

She was listening for the helicopter. Instead, an oppressive silence she could almost hear descended on her. On all sides a flat plain of fields stretched away endlessly. Not a hill, not a tree in sight. Nor was there any sign of human habitation. The leafless hedges lining the lane on either side were grim networks of stark twigs and thorns, reminding her of barbed wire. No birdsong. She s.h.i.+vered. I might be in the middle of the Mongolian desert, she thought. This must be among the most desolate parts of England. Romney Marsh? You can keep it.

She turned on the engine, drove on. As she approached the automatic gate, she saw it opening. Mrs Carson must have used her binoculars, seen her coming.

'Welcome to Paradise,' Mrs Carson greeted her as she parked inside the courtyard and stepped out.

'I could think of another name for it. Don't know how you stand it down here.'

'I read a lot, dear. Come on in. Cord is a changed man...'

'Hi, Paula. Good to see you.'

Dillon stood up from where he had been sitting by a roaring log fire, rubbing his hands. The air outside was ice-cold, but the living room was so warm Paula slipped off her coat and gloves. Dillon looked anything but restless and his expression was grim. He wore an old polo-necked jersey and shabby corduroy trousers, obviously provided by Mrs Carson, and could have pa.s.sed for a farm worker.

'How are you?' she asked as he took her right hand in both of his.

'Feeling pretty b.l.o.o.d.y-minded. Mrs Carson and I watched the TV programme. A Bomb Squad chief said the ma.s.sacre had definitely nothing to do with the IRA. He mentioned a very sophisticated electronically operated timer he'd never seen before. Electronics. Silicon Valley.'

'What do you mean?' Paula asked.

'Shortly before I had to run for it I overheard a conversation between two scientists from Silicon Valley and a new man, a Jake Ronstadt. They were talking about a new device which had been perfected - an electronically operated timer for delayed-action bombs,'

'You think that links up with what you heard on TV?'

'd.a.m.ned sure it does. It makes me sick to think my people could be responsible for the Oxford Street ma.s.sacre. If I got hold of them I'd line them up against a wall and personally shoot them, one by one.'

'Who is this Jake Ronstadt you mentioned?' she asked cautiously.

'One of the new men brought in to the CIA. He pa.s.sed all the tough training tests. Except one. I got hold of the report on him. The psychiatrist who checked him out wrote "psychologically flawed". That should have kept him out. It didn't.'

'Are you willing to stay here a bit longer? Tweed would be much happier if you did.'

'Sure I am. Guess Tweed has enough to cope with without worrying about me out in the open. He doesn't show it but he does worry about things like that. The guy is very human.'

Paula joined Dillon in drinking coffee, chatting as cheerfully as she could. She appreciated the fact that he made no attempt to extract information from her about what was happening. Then she said she must go back to London.

'This place is like a fortress,' the American commented as he accompanied her to the door. 'Tweed, and I guess Newman and Marler, really know a thing or two. The defences round the perimeter are diabolical.'

She didn't have time to ask him what he was talking about. As she drove back, her car heater turned up full blast, she found her mind jumping back and forth. She was keeping an eye open for the helicopter but the machine never reappeared. She was also thinking about the new timer device Dillon had overheard being discussed at Langley. Up to that moment she had found it difficult to believe Was.h.i.+ngton could really be behind such an attack.

She was also recalling what Dillon had told her about Ronstadt. As Tweed would have said, key pieces of the jigsaw were beginning to fit together. What she wasn't prepared for when she arrived at Park Crescent was that the last person in the world she would have expected was in a state of semi-shock.

14.

'A letter from the dead.'

Entering Tweed's office Paula immediately sensed a strange atmosphere. Newman was sitting upright in a chair. Marler stood upright near a wall, no cigarette in his mouth. Monica's face had a frozen look. Tweed sat behind his desk, hands clasped on its surface, his expression neutral. n.o.body said a word to her - until Marler spoke those five words.

He walked across to her slowly. His complexion was ashen. He handed her an envelope without saying another word. Then he walked back to his corner and stood very still.

Paula remained where she was, standing, her coat over her arm. She examined the outside of the envelope. It was addressed in a foreign-looking script to Mr Marler, c/o General & c.u.mbria a.s.surance, followed by the address. She noticed that it had been posted in London, carried a second-cla.s.s stamp. Carefully she extracted the single folded sheet inside. It was written in the same script.

Dear Marler - Be very careful of the barges. You must locate the printing presses. Yours, Kurt Schwarz.

She looked round the room again, placed the letter, folded, inside the envelope. Then she walked across to Marler, gave it back to him. Dropping coat and gloves on her desk, she sank into her chair. She was worried about saying the wrong thing, was relieved when Newman began talking.

'The letter has naturally...' He had been going to say 'upset' but decided Marler wouldn't like that. '....disturbed Marler. As it has me. Marler had known Kurt for years. They were friends who trusted each other completely.'

'One more bullet for the Phantom,' said Marler in the same monotone he had spoken the first five words when she had entered.

'We both feel rotten,' Newman went on quickly, 'about leaving him propped up against those steps.'

'You couldn't do anything else,' Paula said quietly. 'And I'm upset...' She paused with a lump in her throat, forcing herself not to cry. 'He was such a nice man. I liked him from the moment he came to my flat. He joked with me, made me laugh. It's too cruel. So macabre...' She trailed off.

'Time for me to go,' Marler said, his voice normal. 'Must have a bath, smarten myself up. I have a date with Denise Chatel this evening. See you.'

Tweed waited until he had left. When he spoke his tone was offhand. He gave the impression that business as usual had now resumed.

'Kurt may have given us valuable information at some stage. I can understand Marler's reaction. He realizes Kurt wouldn't have sent that letter unless he thought he wouldn't survive long enough to pa.s.s on the message personally.'

'The barges,' Paula said, mystified. 'Does he mean barges on the Thames? And which printing presses was he referring to?'

'I have no idea,' Tweed responded. 'But we may understand in due course. You looked tense the moment you opened the door. How did you get on at the Bunker?'

'I'll have to learn to control my expression.' She paused, wondering whether to tell him about the attempt on her life, feeling sure he would go up in smoke. She decided she must give a complete report. 'On the way down to the Bunker I decided to call in...' she began.

Tweed sat like a Buddha, his eyes fixed on hers, listening. When she had finished he decided the last thing to do was rebuke her for taking chances on her own. She had gone through enough recently.

'You seem sure the bullet was intended for you,' he remarked.

'Why do you say that?'

'From your graphic description, Sir Guy Strangeways was standing beside you. Surely the bullet could have been meant for him?'

'I hadn't thought of that. Now you mention it, I don't know.'

'The Phantom has spoilt his record,' Newman commented. 'This time he missed his target, whoever it was.'

'Interesting that Basil Windermere wasn't at his flat when you called him. That was quick thinking,' Tweed remarked.

'As I told you, Cord Dillon seems content to stay where he is.'

'Pretty conclusive,' Newman said grimly, 'what he told you he overheard at Langley about the new timer. We know who we're up against now.'

'Up to a point,' Tweed told him.

'How did your lunch go with Ed Osborne?' Paula wondered.

'Never got there. I was leaving the building when a call came through from him. Full of apologies. Would I mind making our meeting this evening. Same rendezvous. Nine o'clock at the Raging Stag in Piccadilly.'

'Shouldn't you have a bodyguard, after everything that's happened? And they did try to kidnap you outside the American Emba.s.sy. It was a good job Newman and the others were there.'

'Tweed gave us the signal that he was in trouble,' Newman explained. 'Standing at the top of the step on his way out he ran a hand over the top of his head as though smoothing down his hair.'

'I have to love you and leave you now.' Tweed stood up. 'I want to keep Howard up to date with the latest developments. Bob, enjoy your dinner with Sharon - I don't see how you can fail to do so. Paula, I suggest you go home early, get Pete Nield to drive you home, check out the area. Then cook yourself something simple and get an early night.'

Paula nodded, said nothing. She didn't want to refer to her intention to have dinner with Pete at Santorini's in front of Newman. He might not be best pleased with her idea of her checking up on Sharon from a distance. Monica waited until Tweed and Newman had left, the latter on his way home to get ready for his night out.

'Don't worry about Tweed,' Monica told Paula. 'I've fixed it up with Harry Butler to put on his best suit and to go to the Raging Stag discreetly - to keep an eye on him.'

Santorini's, the new in-place, was decked out luxuriously. One section even projected out over the river. The place bubbled with activity. Sharon, with Newman at her side, answered the maitre d' when he immediately came up to them.

'Sharon Mandeville. You have a table reserved overlooking the river.'

'Good evening. We have indeed got your reservation. The best table, of course...'

Sharon wore a close-fitting, simply cut s.h.i.+ft dress in purple which must have cost a fortune, with elegant court shoes. Her blonde hair fell in sweeping waves almost to her shoulders. As she preceded Newman men turned to gaze at her. Some to the amus.e.m.e.nt of their escorts, other women looking annoyed. She was undoubtedly, Newman thought, the most striking-looking woman in the place. And there was compet.i.tion aplenty.

Their table was placed next to a large window looking out over the river. The water actually flowed below them. Sharon sat down and her hypnotic green eyes stared at Newman. She seemed unaware of the stir she was causing at other tables.

'I hope this suits you, Bob,' she said in her soft voice. 'Perfect. You must have clout to have secured this table.'

'Not really. I used the Amba.s.sador's name. I don't really want to be well known. The waiter's here. Let's order our aperitifs.'

She was very calm, almost withdrawn, her movements slow and dignified. Her eyes held his, without in any way being aggressive or come-hitherish. They touched gla.s.ses when the aperitifs arrived.

'Here's to a memorable evening,' Newman said buoyantly.

'I'll drink to that,' she agreed quietly.

'How are you settling in at the Emba.s.sy? Must be a major change from Was.h.i.+ngton.'

'I prefer London. After all, my mother was English.

So I feel at home here. Was.h.i.+ngton is rather a bear garden. I have a nice house in Dorset.'

'And yet everything important in your life happened in America.'

'You're probably referring to my four husbands. Let's study the menu. This is my treat, by the way.'

'No, it isn't...'

'I hope you don't mind, but you can't do much about it. I have opened an account here.'

'Wicked of you.' He grinned. 'Next time it's my treat.'

'I'll look forward to that.'

They took time examining the large selection. Newman glanced out of the window and saw a ma.s.sive barge tied up for the night. He stared. Be very careful of the barges. Kurt's warning in his last communication flashed into his mind.

'A penny for your thoughts,' said Sharon.

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