Owen pushed past them, went inside, and the door closed. Mystery piled on mystery here. Jean conquered an insane impulse to go knock on the door herself, turned, and jogged away.
In the sitting room, Kelly said, It can t be for real.
Oh yes it is, and he wants to speak to us. His mobile sounded. I think this is him now, and he put it on speaker. So what do you want? he demanded.
Listen to me carefully, said Selim. After the riot in Hyde Park, friends spirited me away, but Ferguson s gang tried to assassinate me and nearly succeeded. So now they are going to pay, and you re going to help me. Or else you re all going to see the inside of a British prison.
Henri laughed out loud. Why should we? You can t get us into trouble. We haven t done anything.
Is that so? Ali Selim said. Within a three-day period, Daniel Holley s Alfa was sabotaged and almost went into the Thames. And hired thugs waited outside the Gideon girl s home, followed her down the street, attacked her, and would have raped her if not for Holley and her willingness to use a weapon without hesitation.
There was a stunned silence, and Owen said lamely, Now, look here.
You told me none of these things. And we have still one more pearl in the oyster: the attempted car bombing in the driveway of the Gideon girl s house. And the reason you did not tell me about any of this was because they were all failures.
Henri said calmly, Okay, fair enough. How did you find out?
You and Kelly certainly talked about them enough.
Kelly s head shot up, and he looked around the room.
We ve been bugged, he said. In the shop.
But of course, all three of you were. Four, as we had to include Jean Talbot, you being in the habit of visiting her so frequently, Owen.
Damn you, Owen said bitterly.
The technicians must have been good, whoever it was, Henri said.
Oh, they are. A Muslim organization we call the Brotherhood. They cover all trades and professions. For example, if I wanted Mary s Bower accidentally burned to the ground this week, it would be done. I could take my pick of brothers who would shoot you in the back on the street. As for your friend Jean Talbot, Owen, I would advise her not to try to walk home in the dark from now on, not even in Mayfair.
The three men exchanged looks, and it was Owen who said, So what is it you want us to do this time?
Kidnap Sara Gideon. That s where the Seconal that one of my assets left in the glove compartment of your car comes in. One ampoule jabbed in the arm, and it s good night, Vienna, for eight hours.
But to what purpose? Henri demanded. What do we do with her?
You wrap her up carefully, so you can push her in one of those collapsible wheelchairs, drive to Frensham Aero Club, put her in one of Rashid Oil s jets, fly to Rubat, and deliver her to me at the Monsoon.
No way. Owen was shaking his head. This has gone far enough.
Henri patted him on the shoulder, trying to calm him. What will you do with the girl? he asked Ali Selim.
What do you care? You tried to drown her, left her in the hands of possible rapists, then attempted to car-bomb her.
I just want to know, Henri said.
You ve heard of the Gideon Bank? Well, she is the Gideon Bank. What would you suggest for ransom? Fifty million, one hundred million? And why stop there?
So you wouldn t kill her?
Don t be stupid. She s far too valuable.
Owen nodded. He s right, she is.
So that s it, then, Henri said. We ll do it.
Nobody asked me. I don t agree, Kelly said. I didn t sign up for this.
Don t worry, Henri said, I ll sort him. When do you want us to do this?
As soon as you can. Their plane must have landed by now. If she goes home to Highfield Court, she ll be on her own. Both the housekeeper and her grandfather are away.
But she could also be staying at the Dorchester with Holley.
That s your problem. I d advise grabbing her as soon as possible. No more failures. If so, it ll be your last one. And no funny business. Osama may be gone, but Al Qaeda is everywhere, particularly in London. Put a foot wrong and I ll know about it. There s nowhere to run, gentlemen.
Jack Kelly had the bar cupboard open and poured whiskey with a shaking hand. God damn him to hell, he said. He ll be the death of us.
He slopped more whiskey into his glass, and Henri took it from him and tossed the contents into the living-room fire. He shook Kelly hard.
Pull yourself together. What s done is done. There is only one way out of this mess, and that s to do as he says. Go and have a shower. You look terrible.
Kelly went out, and Owen said, A hell of a mess, but I don t see any choice for us except to play along.
Henri said, Would we really be able to just load her into a jet at Frensham?
Yes, it s a circus for the rich there. Talbot International uses it. It s where Kelly landed when he flew over. Security really is slack. Their motto is: You mustn t offend the rich. Even with a wheelchair, we ll be waved through.
As it happens, I ve got a very nice one in the stockroom, Henri said. Antique, of course. Will weaponry be a problem at the airfield?
Not for me. I ve never been checked, Owen said. Give me what s suitable in a bag, and I ll see it gets on board. Now I ll leave you to get on with it, and take a run down to Frensham to make sure the Learjet will be ready to go. At this hour of the morning, I can get there in forty minutes, so I ll be back in no time. I suggest you come with me now, and I ll give you this Seconal stuff while Jack s at his ablutions. But wait for me before you attempt anything.
Kelly will be all right, Henri said. A nervous touch, is all. I ll look after him.
They went out. It was suddenly very quiet, and then Kelly came in, stripped to the waist, took the whiskey bottle from the cupboard, poured a huge one, and drank it down.
Mother Mary, what am I going to do? he murmured, and went back upstairs, a very unhappy man indeed.
At Rosedene, Ferguson, Holley, and Sara sat in the reception lounge with the matron, drinking coffee, waiting for news of Harry Miller, who had been in the operating room for an hour.
He s been wounded before, I believe, Sara said.
I think this must be the fourth time, Ferguson said. Harry was supposed to be a Whitehall Warrior for many years, a deskman in the Intelligence Corps. The truth is he was involved very much with one of the execution squads that brought the IRA to its knees and led directly to the peace process.
Professor Charles Bellamy appeared at that moment in green scrubs, a mask hanging down from his neck, revealing his face. He looked a little weary, sat down, and accepted coffee gratefully from Maggie Duncan.
Everything okay, Charles? Ferguson asked.
Not really.
Sara said, I treated him first. My impression was that there was an exit wound.
True. But when I got there, I discovered bullet fragmentation. It wasn t immediately obvious.
It wasn t hollow point, I hope? Holley said.
No, not as bad as that, but similar. I ve removed all the detritus, but I really must say in my report that Harry Miller has taken the pitcher to the well too often. It s got to stop.
And the Prime Minister will see that report?
Of course.
Ferguson sighed. That s all I need. Can we see him?
Certainly not. He s dead to the world. Tomorrow, perhaps. He turned to Sara and smiled. You appear to have been through the mill again. You really must take care, Captain, accept what you are. There are limitations.
I m fine, she said. Any problems and you ll be the first to know.
He and Maggie went off, talking in low voices. Ferguson s Codex sounded. Ah, Roper, he said, and put it on speaker.
What about Harry? Roper asked.
It was more complicated than they d thought, but it s been taken care of.
Well, the Prime Minister will be relieved. Anyway, I ve just had a call from Harry Salter. Dora s back from Holland and confirms that the photo Claude Duval took is definitely the same man who asked her for Pernod the night Holley s Alfa was interfered with. I ve spoken to Claude, and now that it s a criminal matter, he s allowed to forward it to DGSE records in Paris. If there is a match, we should get it soon.