“Total confirmation, Mr. President. My local contact has established they are there.”
“Thank God!” the President said. “What happens now?”
“We’ll do whatever we have to tomorrow. I’ll be there with Dillon and Blake Johnson and my local people. I’ll keep in constant touch.”
“Thank you,” Cazalet said, then turned to Teddy. “They’re there,” he said simply. “They are there at Castle Koenig. Ferguson has had it confirmed.”
The one fly in the ointment was the weather. At Farley Field the rain fell monotonously as Ferguson was sitting in the small office the station commander had loaned him, talking to Blake and Dillon. Captain Vernon and Lieutenant Gaunt came in. Gaunt unfolded a chart across the desk.
“There we are, Brigadier, direct flight over France, Switzerland, northern Italy, and down the Adriatic Sea to Corfu.”
“How far?”
“Almost fourteen hundred miles.”
“How long will it take?”
“I’d normally say three hours to allow for any eventualities, but weather in mainland Britain is so bad at the moment that they won’t give me a departure time until eight A.M.”
“Damn!” Ferguson said.
“Sorry, Brigadier, nothing I can do.”
“Yes, not your fault. Proceed on that time scale, then.”
Vernon went out and Dillon opened the French window and looked out at the rain. “A hell of a night.”
“I know, don’t rub it in,” Ferguson said.
It was Blake who stated the obvious. “Even if we don’t get to Corfu by noon and still have to cross the island by Range Rover, it won’t make much difference. Whatever the plan, when it comes to attacking Castle Koenig, it must be under cover of darkness.”
Ferguson nodded. “You’re right, of course.” He pushed back his chair and stood up. “A few hours sleep, gentlemen. Let’s grab them while we can,” and he led the way out.
FOURTEEN
It was still raining the following morning when they took off, rising through the bad weather steadily until they leveled off at fifty thousand. Sergeant Kersey brought coffee, and tea for Dillon, and retired.
“Can we go over again what Sergeant-Major Harley delivered?”
Ferguson told him, and Dillon nodded. “That seems adequate. I’m glad you remembered the door charges.”
Ferguson said mildly, “I would remind you, Dillon, that I have been doing this sort of thing for even longer than you.”
“Is that a fact?” Dillon said innocently. “I didn’t think you were that old.”
“A nineteen-year-old subaltern on the Hook in the Korean War, as you very well know.”
“I always heard that was a bad place,” Blake said.
“You could say that. Trench warfare, just like the First World War. You’d sit there in a regiment of seven hundred and fifty men and the Chinese would attack in divisional strength, usually around twelve thousand.” He shrugged. “Old men’s stories. Who cares?”
“Well, you got a Military Cross out of it, and that’s not bad for nineteen, you old bugger,” Dillon said. “Let’s look at that map again.”
Ferguson took it from his briefcase and unfolded it. It was quite simply a large-scale map of Corfu. “Here we are, Vitari, that’s Aleko’s village, and he said Castle Koenig was about fifteen miles north.”
“But not marked,” Blake said.
“Well, it wouldn’t be, it’s not that kind of a map.” Ferguson looked at Dillon. “You think it can be done?”
“Under cover of darkness, yes.”
“There is one problem. Aleko and his chaps are good men and as fine a band of cutthroats as I’ve ever used, but against Judas, or Levy, as I suppose we must call him now…” Ferguson shook his head. “A first-class soldier, and I would deduce that every one of his men has served in the Israeli Army.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Dillon said. “This is a one-man operation anyway. Aleko and his boys simply land me and stand out to sea and wait for a signal to come back when needed.”
“The worst idea I ever heard of,” Blake Johnson told him. “I think you’ve forgotten how to count, Dillon. Levy has five men that we know of – that’s six including him – and we got that information from you. Now what the hell are you going to do? Sneak in there and kill them one by one like a bad action movie?”
“I know the interior of the castle, I know where to go.”
“You don’t damn well know. You were on the third floor, and so was Marie de Brissac, and you only know that because they took you down to the cellar. Oh, I was forgetting. They took you to the great man’s study, so you know where that is. Other than that, you know squat.”
“So what are you saying?”
“That you need backup, my fine Irish friend, and here I am.”
“It’s not your kind of game.”
“Two tours in Vietnam, Dillon, and I’ve killed a few times in the FBI. It’s beyond argument.” Blake turned to Ferguson. “Tell him, Brigadier.”
Ferguson smiled. “Frankly, I rather took it for granted. I even brought a jump suit and flak jacket for myself.”
“Now I know the world’s gone mad,” Dillon said.
“Yes, on reflection, I’ll stay with the boat. Useful, that flak jacket, though, if we come under fire, but I’m hungry. Sergeant Kersey!”
Kersey came through from the galley. “General?”
“I keep telling you, it’s Brigadier in the British Army. I don’t know what these two want, but I’d like tea, toast, and marmalade. I’m just in the mood.”
“Coming right up, General,” Kersey said deliberately and returned to the galley smiling.
In his study, Colonel Dan Levy, also known as Judas, was standing at the window looking out, an unlit cigar in his mouth, when there was a knock at the door and they all came in, led by Aaron, and stood in a semicircle.
Levy turned to face them. “Good morning, gentlemen.”
“Colonel.” Aaron nodded. “You sent for us.”
“The operation is obviously at a critical point. The President has to make the decision to sign Nemesis day after tomorrow.”
It was David Braun who spoke. “Colonel, do you really think he will?”
“I don’t know. The one thing I’m certain of is that I will surely execute his daughter if he does not. My mind is fixed on that.” He looked hard, incredibly determined. “Is there anyone here who doubts that?”
He looked from one to another searchingly. “Is there anyone here who doubts the cause we fight for?”
It was Aaron who spoke. “Of course not. We’re with you to the end. Whatever it takes.”
“Good. So, the next forty-eight hours is critical. How are the women, David?” he asked Braun.
“I took the Bernstein woman back to her own room for the night.”
Levy cut in. “Not the Bernstein woman, David. Give her the proper title. Personally, I admire her greatly. They could do with her in the Jerusalem Criminal Investigations Department.”
David Braun looked uncomfortable. “I took the Chief Inspector back to her own room for the night. I haven’t taken her to join the countess yet because I was leaving breakfast until after this meeting.”
“Give them anything they want.” He laughed harshly. “A champagne breakfast. Why not?”
“Any further orders, Colonel?” Aaron asked.
“Not that I can think of. Frankly, we have nothing to worry about. As I’ve told you before, I have eyes and ears everywhere. Navy Seals are not going to attack us, gentlemen, Special Forces are not going to parachute in, and not just because they don’t know where we are, but because the President of the United States knows that if he made one move, his daughter would die on the instant. Isn’t that so, Aaron?”
“Of course, Colonel.”
“So simple it’s a work of genius,” and Levy threw back his head and laughed. “Come to think of it, I am a genius,” and his eyes glistened.