“What?” Renata snapped. “If I what, Arichenkov?” She waited, but he did not continue. “Doesn’t matter. There are aspects of this mission, which you will not be part of. Your only task is to ensure that they get to Khövsgöl safely. The rest is none of your business. Just be ready to take them when they are ready to go, whichever one it proves to be. Purdue, we will speak later. Come to my gallery in half an hour. Gentlemen.”
With a curt nod she strode out of the room, her guards marching behind her. Purdue and Alexandr waited until the sound of her footsteps had died away down the corridor, then Purdue rose and poured himself a stiff measure of whisky. “Considering the speed with which she moves,” he mused, “I sometimes wonder why she bothers to have guards at all.” He knocked the drink back in a single gulp, then began to refill the glass. “I am sorry about Axelle.”
Alexandr shook his head. “She knew that it was likely,” he said. “Once you take it into your head to stand against the Order, it is only a matter of time. She spoke too freely. I will most likely encounter the same fate someday. But not today, yes? Perhaps I have not the courage that she had, because today I got to keep my neck.” He accepted the glass of whisky that Purdue handed to him. “But do you? If Renata is planning to send only one to Mönkh Saridag, then I assume you are planning that it should not be Nina.”
Purdue stared glumly into his glass. “I shall certainly do everything in my power to ensure that it is not her,” he said. “And if you can get Sam out of this situation unscathed, I shall double whatever the Order is paying you. If anyone can manage it, I would imagine you can.”
Despite his grief, Alexandr’s face was briefly illuminated by the prospect of the sums he was being offered. “I will do what I can,” he promised.
“Thank you.” Purdue lapsed back into silence, staring at his drink.
Chapter Forty-Eight
“I shall see what I can do,” said Professor Lehmann, pulling himself uncomfortably to his feet. “Unfortunately the alarm will be raised if anyone passes through that door without first verifying their identity by means of the palm scans, and of course it has been programmed not to permit you to leave unnoticed.”
“See if you can find Alexandr,” said Nina. “He’s good with these things. Or — no, maybe not.” She flushed slightly. “Well… the other person to ask would be Purdue, but I don’t know how well that would go down just now. Probably best to try Alexandr first.”
“I will do my best.” Lehmann pressed his palm to the plate, opened the door; then he stopped just before stepping over the threshold. He turned back and held out his open arms to Nina. She hugged him gladly. “If only things could have been different… Nina, I am sorry.”
She buried her face deep in his shoulder. “Don’t be daft,” she said. “This isn’t your fault.” She took a step back and smiled as brightly as she could, ignoring the tears that were pricking at her eyeballs. “How you managed to have a son like Steven I’ll never know. But even though I wish I’d never set eyes on him, I still think that if I had ever ended up with a father-in-law, I couldn’t have done much better than you. Meeting you was the one good thing that came out of all that nonsense.”
Without another word, Professor Lehmann smiled back weakly and stepped through the door. As it closed behind him, Nina felt a sudden, overwhelming certainty that she had seen the old man for the last time. She wanted to call him back, plead with him not to risk helping her any further… but if she did that, she would have no way to see Sam and tell him what she had learned.
Besides, she felt sure that she was picking up on Lehmann’s own certainty that he would not survive this encounter with the Order. His willingness to risk being caught on camera talking to her, his reflections on his past involvement, the information he had given her…
She caught herself listening at the door. ‘No point in doing that yet,’ she told herself. ‘It’ll take him a while to find Alexandr, get Sam out and bring him here. Or get me out. Either way, I’ll know when they’re here. Until then… well, I suppose I wait.’ She perched on the edge of the bed. She did not even notice as her fingers strayed towards the peeling wallpaper and began to pick off one small strip after another.
When Sam heard the lock clunking back and the door being pushed open, he was not surprised. He had thought that Alexandr might come back after speaking to Renata, needing someone to talk to or just silent company. He rolled off the bed and stood up to greet his visitor.
The sight of Professor Lehmann took him by surprise. The old man’s eyes were red, though it was impossible to tell whether he had been crying or was simply frail and exhausted after the exertions of the past day. At once he began to ask whether he was alright, whether he should sit down, if he would like Sam to go and get someone — the ridiculousness of the last question did not hit Sam until the words were already out of his mouth. Then Alexandr appeared at Lehmann’s shoulder and Sam felt even more confused.
“Alexandr, I’m so sorry.” He had never seen the Russian’s face so hard and serious. His customary impish grin was nowhere to be seen. Without his usual air of devil-may-care glee, Alexandr almost seemed like a different man.
“You were right to tell me, Sam,” He said, “or to tell me to demand an answer of Renata, at least. It is not a pleasant thing to know, but… at least I know.”
Professor Lehmann stumbled slightly. Both Sam and Alexandr dived forward to catch him and guided him to the bed to sit down. “Forgive me…” he coughed, waving away their questions about whether he was alright. “I will be well enough directly. That is not important just now. We may not have much time before—”
Before he could complete his sentence, the door swung shut and locked itself with an ominous clunk. All three men stared silently at it for a moment, then Alexandr spoke. “It was open for too long,” he said. “That is my fault. I should have closed it behind me. These doors, when they are left open for longer than half a minute and can detect no physical presence in the doorway, they will close themselves. Sam, we have come to get you out of here. This is not an escape attempt, I am sorry — escaping from this house would be virtually impossible — but Professor Lehmann here says that Nina needs to speak to you and that it is urgent. Since the alarm will sound if more people exit the room than entered it, Professor Lehmann has offered to stay in the room until I am able to return you to it. Are you ready? Will you come with me?”
“Of course!” Sam said. “Let’s get going.” He followed Alexandr to the door, but when the Russian pressed his hand against the plate nothing happened. There was no responsive beep, the lock did not click. He pulled his hand away, waited a moment and tried again. Nothing.
Alexandr cursed under his breath. “Either the door is malfunctioning or my clearance has been overridden,” he said. “Hmmm. Professor Lehmann, are you well enough to stand again? Good. Sam, take an end.”
Alexandr grabbed one end of the brass bedstead and heaved it round, dragging the heavy bed across the floor. Sam took the other and followed, helping him to haul it over to the sloping window.
“It won’t break, if that’s what you’re thinking,” said Sam. “I tried when I first got here. Threw the bedside table at it and it didn’t so much as chip.”
“The Order uses safety glass as standard,” Alexandr said, not taking his eyes off the window. He planted his feet on the mattress, then pulled out a small Swiss Army knife and began working away at the bottom left corner of the window. The movements were so minute that Sam could not see exactly what he was doing, as much as he craned his neck. Then, with a swift flick of his wrist, Alexandr pulled off a long strip of silicon and dropped it onto the bed. Another strip followed, then another. “Hold it steady at the bottom, Sam,” he instructed. “We shall lay the pane against the wall once it’s down.”