When I was through, there was a long pause. Manson was staring at me in shocked horror. I took from my pocket the cassette and pushed it over to Perrell. ‘That’s Brannigan’s statement. His secretary has the other two tapes. Brannigan was in on it from the beginning. You will find his body at 14 Sea Road, Pennon Bay.’
‘Hold it!’ Perrell snapped. He turned to Bentley. ‘Check that out, Tim! Better take an ambulance, and the M.O.’
As Bentley hurried out of the office, a police sergeant looked in.
‘All set, Captain.’
‘I’ll take a look.’ Perrell got to his feet. ‘You come with me, Lucas. If it looks sour, you tell me.’
Leaving Manson who was telephoning his wife, we rode down the elevator to the lobby.
The scene had changed.
Four powerful floodlights were focused on the vault doors with blinding intensity. Five uniformed policemen, wearing flak jackets, and cradling submachine guns, knelt behind the lights, invisible to anyone facing the lights. Some ten policemen stood just outside the bank entrance, also in flak jackets and holding submachine guns.
‘Can these men hear through the vault door?’ Perrell asked me.
‘No.’
‘Is there any way to tell them to give up?’
‘No.’
He shrugged.
‘Well, okay, then it’s up to them.’ He turned to the five policemen. ‘If they start anything, wipe them out.’ Then to me, ‘Go ahead and open the vault.’
‘It’ll take some twenty minutes.’
‘We’re in no hurry,’ he snapped. ‘Get moving!’
I took the elevator back to the second floor, found the plastic sack, containing my gimmicks and tools I had dropped when confronting Glenda, and walked into Manson s office.
Manson was on his own, much more relaxed now he had talked to his wife. He was once again the efficient, impersonal banker.
‘Larry,’ he said, ‘I now know what it means to come under pressure. Even a man as big as Brannigan cracked under pressure. I want you to know you can rely on me to help you. I am on your side. You saved the lives of my children.’
I scarcely listened. I was thinking of the four men trapped m the vault. Because of my expertise, I could open the vault door. Then what would happen? I thought of the five policemen crouching, with their guns. Maybe these four men would surrender. Klaus? I didn’t think he would want to face a life sentence. No, he wouldn’t surrender. Benny? He I was sure, would come out, shooting. Harry and Joe? maybe they would surrender.
‘Don’t talk now, Alec,’ I said, and got out my tools.
He watched me strip out the wires of the telephone. Because my hands were shaking, it took time. I got the gimmick wired up as Perrell came in.
‘The doors will open in whatever time you say you say,’ I told him.
‘Give me a minute,’ and he left the office at a run.
I gave him two minutes, staring at the second hand of my watch, then I dialled the four numbers, got up, crossed to the cassette slot and pressed down the cassette. Seconds later, the green light came up to signal the vault doors had opened.
I ran from the office. As I started down the stairs, I heard gunfire. The noise of the submachine guns opening up was deafening. I ran on down the stairs as more violent gunfire erupted.
It was all over when I reached the lobby.
I had been half right, half wrong.
Klaus lay in a pool of blood. Benny, crouching against the wall, his hands above his head, was screaming. ‘Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!’
In the centre of the lobby, Joe lay, half curled up, his chest torn to pieces.
With a sick, empty feeling, I remained on the stairs, surveying the scene.
No Harry?
I waited, staring at the open vault.
The police sergeant, crouching behind one of the lights, bawled, ‘Come on out with your hands on your head!’
Gun smoke drifted around the lobby. There was a long pause, then slowly, his hands on his head, Harry walked into the beams of the lights.
I stared at him: tall, bearded, pale under his tan, sweat running down his face.
The only man in my life, Glenda had said.
Well, at least he was alive. He would probably be in a cage for the rest of his life. Looking at him, I could see there was this thing about him that told me why Glenda had loved him so desperately. He was still cocky, still confident, still undefeated, and I felt he would always be the same.
Benny was being hustled away.
Four policemen surrounded Harry, and one of them snapped on handcuffs. Harry looked around and saw me. He managed a pale grin.
‘You can’t win all the time, can you buster?’ he said. ‘Man! Did you play it smart!’
As they began to hustle him away, I moved forward.
‘Wait!’
The cops stared at me as I faced Harry.
‘Harry, I want you to know Glenda did everything she could to save you. She’s dead.’
He stared at me, then sneered.
‘That hustler? Who cares if she’s dead? She wasn’t even a good screw,’ and shoving by me, he went with the cops into the hot sunshine.