“Would you mind coming into my cabin for a moment?”
Mathis glanced at him curiously. “You look very serious, my friend. Yes, of course I will come.” He turned to his wife. “I will be back in a minute, chérie.”
Inside the cabin, Graham shut the door, bolted it and turned to meet Mathis’ puzzled frown.
“I need your help,” he said in a low voice. “No, I don’t want to borrow money. I want you to take a message for me.”
“If it is possible, of course.”
“It will be necessary to talk very quietly,” Graham went on. “I do not want to alarm your wife unnecessarily and the partitions are very thin.”
Fortunately, Mathis missed the full implications of this statement. He nodded. “I am listening.”
“I told you that I was employed by an armaments manufacturer. It is true. But in a sense I am also, at the moment, in the joint services of the British and Turkish Governments. When I get off this ship this morning, an attempt is going to be made by German agents to kill me.”
“This is true?” He was incredulous and suspicious.
“I am afraid it is. It would not amuse me to invent it.”
“Excuse me, I …”
“That’s all right. What I want you to do is to go to the Turkish Consulate in Genoa, ask for the Consul and give him a message from me. Will you do that?”
Mathis stared hard at him for a moment. Then he nodded. “Very well. I will do it. What is the message?”
“I should like to impress upon you first that this is a highly confidential message. Is that understood?”
“I can keep my mouth shut when I choose.”
“I know I can rely on you. Will you write the message down? Here is a pencil and some paper. You would not be able to read my writing. Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“This is it: ‘Inform Colonel Haki, Istanbul, that agent I.K. is dead, but do not inform the police. I am forced to accompany German agents, Moeller and Banat, travelling with passports of Fritz Haller and Mavrodopoulos, I …”
Mathis’s jaw dropped and he let out an exclamation. “Is it possible!”
“Unfortunately, it is.”
“Then it was not seasickness that you had!”
“No. Shall I go on with the message?”
Mathis swallowed. “Yes. Yes. I did not realize.… Please.”
“ ‘I shall attempt to escape and reach you, but in the event of my death please inform British Consul that these men are responsible.’ ” It was, he felt, melodramatic; but it was no more than he wished to say. He felt sorry for Mathis.
The Frenchman was staring at him with horror in his eyes. “Is it not possible,” he whispered. “Why …?”
“I should like to explain but I am afraid that I can’t. The point is, will you deliver the message for me?”
“Of course. But is there nothing else that I can do? These German agents-why can you not have them arrested?”
“For various reasons. The best way you can help me is to take this message for me.”
The Frenchman stuck out his jaw aggressively. “It is ridiculous!” he burst out and then lowered his voice to a fierce whisper. “Discretion is necessary. I understand that. You are of the British secret service. One does not confide these things but I am not a fool. Very well! Why do we not together shoot down these filthy Bosches and escape? I have my revolver and together.…”
Graham jumped. “Did you say that you had a revolver-here?”
Mathis looked defiant. “Certainly I have a revolver. Why not? In Turkey …”
Graham seized his arm. “Then you can do something more to help me.”
Mathis scowled impatiently. “What is that?”
“Let me buy your revolver from you.”
“You mean you are unarmed?”
“My own revolver was stolen. How much will you take for yours?”
“But.…”
“It will be more use to me than to you.”
Mathis drew himself up. “I will not sell it to you.”
“But.…”
“I will give it to you. Here.…” He pulled a small nickel-plated revolver out of his hip pocket and thrust it in Graham’s hand. “No, please. It is nothing. I would like to do more.”
Graham thanked his stars for the impulse which had led him to apologize to the Mathises the previous day. “You have done more than enough.”
“Nothing! It is loaded, see? Here is the safety catch. There is a light pull on the trigger. You do not have to be a Hercules. Keep your arm straight when you fire … but I do not have to tell you.”
“I am grateful, Mathis. And you will go to the Turkish Consul as soon as you land.”
“It is understood.” He held out his hand. “I wish you luck, my friend,” he said with emotion. “If you are sure that there is nothing else that I can do.…”
“I am sure.”
A moment later Mathis had gone. Graham waited. He heard the Frenchman go into the next cabin and Madame Mathis’ sharp voice.
“Well?”
“So you cannot mind your own business, eh? He is broke and I have lent him two hundred francs.”
“Imbecile! You will not touch it again.”
“You think not? Let me tell you he has given me a cheque.”
“I detest cheques.”
“I am not drunk. It is on an Istanbul bank. As soon as we arrive I shall go to the Turkish Consulate and see that the cheque is a good one.”
“A lot they will know-or care!”
“Enough! I know what I am doing. Are you ready? No! Then …”
Graham breathed a sigh of relief and examined the revolver. It was smaller than Kopeikin’s and of Belgian manufacture. He worked the safety catch and fingered the trigger. It was a handy little weapon and looked as if it had been carefully used. He looked about him for a place to put it. It must not be visible from the outside yet he must be able to get at it quickly. He decided eventually on his top left hand waistcoat pocket. The barrel, breach and half the trigger guard just fitted in. When he buttoned his jacket the butt was hidden while the lapels set in a way that concealed the bulge. What was more, he could, by touching his tie, bring his fingers within two inches of the butt. He was ready.
He dropped Mr. Kuvetli’s box of ammunition through the porthole and went up on deck.
They were in the harbour now and moving across to the west side. Towards the sea the sky was clear but a mist hung over the heights above the town, obscuring the sun and making the white amphitheatrical mass of buildings seem cold and desolate.
The only other person on deck was Banat. He was standing gazing out at the shipping with the absorbed interest of a small boy. It was difficult to realise that, at some moment in the last ten hours, this pale creature had come out of cabin number four with a knife which he had just driven into Mr. Kuvetli’s neck; that in his pocket at that moment were Mr. Kuvetli’s papers, Mr. Kuvetli’s money and Mr. Kuvetli’s pistol; that he intended to commit within the next few hours yet another murder. His very insignificance was horrible. It lent a false air of normality to the situation. Had Graham not been so acutely alive to the danger he was in, he would have been tempted to believe that the memory of what he had seen in cabin number four was the memory not of a real experience, but of something conceived in a dream.
He was no longer conscious of any fear. His body was tingling in a curious way; he was short of breath, and every now and again a wave of nausea would rise up from the pit of his stomach; but his brain seemed to have lost touch with his body. His thoughts arranged themselves with a quick efficiency that surprised him. He knew that short of abandoning all hope of reaching England in time to fulfil the Turkish contract by the specified date, his only chance of getting out of Italy alive lay in his beating Moeller at Moeller’s own game. Mr. Kuvetli had made it clear that Moeller’s “alternative” was a trick devised with the sole object of transferring the scene of the killing to a less public place than a main street of Genoa. In other words, he was to be “taken for a ride.” In a very short time now, Moeller, Banat and some others would be waiting with a car outside the Customs shed ready, if necessary, to shoot him down there and then. If, however, he were considerate enough to step into the car they would take him away to some quiet place on the Santa Margherita road and shoot him there. There was just one weak spot in their plan. They thought that if he were to get into the car he would do so believing that he was to be driven to a hotel in order to make an elaborate show of falling ill. They were mistaken; and in their being mistaken they presented him with the beginnings of a way out. If he acted quickly and boldly he might be able to get through.