`I'm speaking from my lodging house,' he warned.
Marler had no reason to think his landlady, Mrs Pedersen, now working behind a closed door in the kitchen, was listening in. But he was still going to be careful what he said.
`I'm with Nielsen in Copenhagen,' Tweed replied. `Have you discovered any sign of our missing package?'
Tweed held his breath. Package wasn't a very flattering way of referring to Paula, but he also was being cautious.
`No,' Marler told him bluntly. 'And we've had a delay over finding transport for Butler and Nield. I had to drive them to Avis in Esbjerg – the locals call it Espay, something like that. Both Nield and Butler are trying to locate our friendly doctor. Butler is the one likely to do the job.'
`There isn't much time left,' Tweed reminded him. `From now on you can get in touch with me either through Nielsen or at the Hotel d'Angleterre in Copenhagen. As soon as events dictate, I expect to arrive in Jutland myself.'
`That's it then for the moment. I'd better get out on the road myself…'
In the old house at Tonder Marler put down the phone. He felt relieved that Tweed had arrived in Denmark. But, by God, they had to track down Hyde soon. Time was not on their side.
Tweed was frantically but purposefully active during the next half-hour. He phoned Commander Noble at Admiralty.
`I'm sleeping on a camp bed here while this operation is in progress,' Noble said after being assured Tweed was on scrambler from Copenhagen. 'The Minotaur has the new radar system. Tug wants to know which area to patrol.'
`First tell me, have any more ships vanished?' Tweed asked. 'If so, that will give us some idea whereabouts the Stealth vessels I'm convinced are coming have reached.'
`A small oil-rig supply vessel has gone missing. North-east of the Shetlands. Between the islands and Norway.'
`Tug should patrol roughly twenty to thirty miles along the Jutland coast north of the Danish-German frontier,' Tweed suggested.
That was approximately the position of the cross on a map print Cardon had brought back from Lop Nor in War Room West.
`He's close to there now. And he's sent a small boat on a so-called courtesy visit to the port of Esbjerg. Equipped with a transmitter that can contact the Minotaur. Can you go to Esbjerg when the crisis is near?'
`I can. I will. Within the next twenty-four hours would be my guess, or maybe forty-eight. The mastermind behind all this is in Denmark,' Tweed said.
`Keep in touch. Take care…'
Tweed had earlier had confirmed to him by Nielsen the data previously passed to Kuhlmann: that Dr Wand had arrived by Lear jet at Kastrup Airport. Also the fact that from Kastrup he had driven himself in a limo to a villa outside Copenhagen.
`I had my best men watching Kastrup,' Nielsen had told him. 'They followed him in a van to Gentofte. The discreet but thorough surveillance continues. Dr Wand is still there.'
`Lars, I need to know urgently if Wand leaves that villa. And, if possible, where he's gone to…'
Nielsen had promised this would be done. Now, still alone with Newman, Tweed phoned three other key men. First, the Special Branch officer in London he had warned earlier about Moor's Landing. While travelling to Copenhagen in the Mercedes Tweed had worked out what three o'clock in the morning would be in different countries -bearing in mind the different clock times.
`Tweed here. It doesn't matter where I'm calling from…'
`Howard came to see me,' the officer told him, phrasing his words carefully. 'I know about your official resignation. I'm listening.'
`The time is approaching for your raid on Moor's Landing. I want the place sealed off, then turned over at three am. All the inhabitants must be arrested as illegal immigrants. I'm synchronizing this when the time comes with three other raids on the continent. Timing is vital.'
`I'll send a large team to hide in the Southampton area at once.'
`Good. And don't forget to grab Mrs Goshawk at April Lodge in Brockenhurst.'
`Already noted.'
`When I call you to act I may be short of time. The code-word for the operation is Landslide.'
`Landslide it will be…'
Tweed next phoned Benoit, gave him similar instructions to raid Vieux-Fontaine, the colony of new houses Paula and Marler had discovered outside Ghent. He gave him the same code-word, Benoit gave him a similar reaction.
`A team of heavily armed men will be prepared at once. I will lead the raid myself. We'll drag the bastards out of bed, search the houses from top to bottom. I await your call…'
The third call was to Otto Kuhlmann at Berliner Tor. The German listened, also said he would organize a strike force to stand by. Objective: Neustadt-Something, the colony of new houses west of Blankenese.
`We'll overwhelm the thugs,' he promised.
Nielsen came back into the office as Tweed put down the phone. He suggested similar action to be taken at the right moment. Extracting one of Cardon's map prints, he showed the Dane the cross marked on the coast of Jutland.
`That's the place.'
`I know it. A settlement of twenty-eight new bungalows built behind the dunes. There's some mystery about it – a holding company based in Luxemburg financed this odd development. It is rumoured a European conglomerate will be using it for a holiday-cum-training course for executives. The bungalows have been furnished and waiting for occupation for some time.' couldn't get permission to use the SAS, Lars. So you'll not have to argue the point with your Minister.'
`We do have our own elite anti-terrorist squad. We haven't advertised the fact. They are at your disposal.'
`Could you move them at once to Esbjerg? And let me know how I can get in touch with their leader?'
`Anton Norlin. A very tough character. I will airlift them to a military training camp just south of Esbjerg. Here is the phone number. Ask for Norlin, use your own name.'
Tweed tucked the folded piece of paper inside his wallet, stood up, stretched the aches out of his arms. He shook hands with Nielsen.
`I can't thank you enough…'
`Don't try.'
`So now we'll drive to the d'Angleterre. There may be a few interesting people waiting for us when we arrive…'
45
Paula braced herself for the worst. Dr Hyde had arrived in the basement room with Ilena. Both wore white coats and Hyde carried a large old-fashioned doctor's bag. He placed it on the table as Ilena pulled down Paula's left sleeve over her arm.
`What are you doing now?' Paula snapped.
Hyde turned slowly round, smiled, exposing his teeth. He pushed his rimless glasses further up his hooked nose and smiled again. It was like the smile of a crocodile which has spotted its prey.
`Just relax, please. Let Ilena do her work.'
The Slav-faced woman was unbuttoning Paula's blouse, pulling it down to reveal her bare shoulders and forearm. Her thick fingers removed the shoulder strap, dropping her slip. Paula was revolted by the touch of Ilena's clumsy, ugly fingers.
Hyde took out a thick roll of cloth, unfastened the knot, opened the roll, and laid it on the scrubbed table. He laid out a row of gleaming scalpels, lovingly felt them with his hands protected with surgical gloves. Paula was chilled with fear. Hyde looked round at her again.
`The tools of my profession. You have nothing to worry about. I am one of the most skilled surgeons in the world.'
`You're going to carve me up, you swine!' Paula spat out.
`Now that is not polite.' A flash of venom appeared for a second in his soulless eyes. 'It is really most important that you relax. Of course, you will be given an anaesthetic. You will feel no pain.'
`You will when my friends catch up with you,' she flashed back. 'You'll wish you'd never been bloody born.'
`Dear me, the patient is so agitated. Ilena, are you satisfied you know what you have to do?'