Lepski came over, carrying the Telex.
‘I want that other Telex... the first one that said Mitchell was killed in action.’
Jacoby found it and handed it over.
‘What’s the idea, Tom?’ Beigler asked as the two detectives left the room and headed down the stairs.
‘I have an idea,’ Lepski said. ‘I think I can make Solo talk if you let me handle it. We’ll need four of the boys with us. Solo is like a rogue elephant. He’ll need a lot of handling.’
They came out into the hot sunshine.
‘What is it?’ Beigler asked suspiciously. ‘You haven’t been so bright so far, Tom. When Cortez threw his gun, why hadn’t you got him covered?’
Lepski licked his lips. The last thing he was going to tell Beigler was he hadn’t his gun with him.
‘The punk was like lightning. Before I even guessed who he was, the gun was in his hand.’
Beigler told a patrolman to tell Jacoby to send four men to the Dominico restaurant. He got into the waiting police car.
‘How do you imagine you’re going to make Solo talk?’ he asked as Lepski got in beside him.
Lepski told him.
Chapter Nine
‘Are you sure you want to come?’ Harry asked.
‘Of course... don’t fuss!’ Nina moved irritably. ‘Of course I’m coming!’
They were standing on the rock platform just above the lagoon. She was wearing a bikini and Harry his trunks.
‘Well, okay, if you’re sure.’
He spent a few minutes helping her put on her aqualung and then put on his own, then the belts with the nylon cord. There was seven feet of cord, and as they stood side by side, poised to dive into the lagoon, the cord made a loop of slack between them.
He signaled and they both dived.
Concealed against the rock face, his fat back against the wall, Fernando Cortez watched them dive, then he started down the path that led to the rock platform.
Harry swam slowly, not exerting himself, constantly looking to see that Nina was keeping close to him. He was relieved to see she swam well. She pointed and he changed direction, then he saw a big opening in the rock face, well below the surface. She came close, touched his arm and pointed again.
Harry became aware that the current was getting stronger. He headed towards the opening, lengthening his stroke as the current began to force him against the side of the rock wall. Nina kept close to him. There was no drag on the cord between them. With a few more powerful strokes he was in the tunnel. He felt the water turning colder. The current was running hard against him and he looked back to see how Nina was getting on. He could see she was struggling now and swimming hard and only just keeping up with him. The moment he slackened his stroke, he lost ground and was swept back abreast of her. He decided he had to exert his strongest effort if they were to get through the tunnel before he became exhausted.
He put on pressure and shot off, the cord tightening, dragging at him as Nina tried unsuccessfully to keep up with him. He kept on, towing her, cutting through the current, feeling his heart, under the strain, begin to hammer.
Minutes dragged by and his pace became slower. Without Nina acting as a brake, he knew he would have reached the end of the tunnel by now, and he began to wonder if they would make it. The drag on the rope increased, telling him that Nina had reached the end of her strength. He could see nothing. He was swimming in complete darkness. He now had only two alternatives: to keep going or to turn and let the current sweep them back into the lagoon. He wasn’t going back, he told himself and he made a racing effort, drawing on the reserve all great athletes keep for an emergency like this.
After a grinding, heart hammering two hundred yard fight, he suddenly felt the current slacken and he knew they were through the tunnel. He surfaced into a soft blue light and he pulled out his mouthpiece and lifted his goggles.
He floated on his back, panting, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal, seeing Nina bob to the surface a yard or so from him.
‘I thought you weren’t going to make it,’ she said breathlessly as she lifted her mask.
Harry shook the water out of his eyes.
‘Nor did I.’
He looked around the grotto with its phosphorescent walls and water. Over to his right, he was startled to see a forty foot launch, painted white, its cockpit red. Clearly painted on her prow was her name: Gloria II Vero Beach.
‘Did you know this launch was in here?’ he asked, turning to Nina.
‘Know?’ She shook her head, splashing water into his face as her wet hair made a swinging flail. ‘Of course not! It’s not from Paradise City. It must be a smuggler’s boat that got trapped in here by the tide.’
‘You think that’s what it is?’
‘It’s from Vero Beach.’
Harry undid the knot on his belt, releasing the cord that held them together, then he swam fast to the launch. He swam around it, seeing the portholes of the cabin were smashed, seeing neat rows of bullet holes, like stitching, along the gunnel.
Nina joined him.
‘She’s been in a fight,’ she said. ‘Let’s get aboard.’
Harry swam around the stern, found a hanging rope and hauled himself onto the deck. He helped Nina to come aboard.
What looked like stains of dark red paint marked the deck and when they reached the cockpit, the dark stains were everywhere.
‘That’s blood,’ Harry said. ‘Looks as if the crew was wiped out. I’ll look in the cabin. You’d better stay here.’
‘I want to see.’
He turned and regarded her.
‘You’re not squeamish, are you, Nina?’
Her eyes narrowed.
‘What do you mean?’
‘I said you’re not squeamish are you?’
She shrugged impatiently.
‘Blood doesn’t frighten me if that’s what you mean.’ She began to climb out of the cockpit but he caught hold of her arm and pulled her back.
‘Wait a minute, Nina. I want to talk to you.’
‘We can talk in the sun... later. I want to see what’s in the cabin.’
‘Don’t you know? Tell me something, Nina, were you watching when Solo and Cortez held Baldy Riccard’s foot in a fire?’
She stiffened. For a brief moment he saw a flash of vicious anger come into her eyes, but it was instantly gone.
‘What are you saying?’
‘You know,’ Harry said quietly. ‘Under torture, Baldy told Solo this launch was trapped in here, didn’t he?’
‘It’s not your business, is it, Harry?’ Her voice was harsh and cold.
‘It wouldn’t have been my business if you hadn’t involved me,’ Harry said. He sat on the bench seat, took from his trunks a plastic case containing his cigarettes and lighter. He offered her a cigarette.
She hesitated, then shrugging, took a cigarette and accepted a light. She leaned against the steering wheel, the cigarette between her lips while she regarded him.
‘Do you want to tell me about it, Nina?’
‘There’s nothing to tell.’
‘When Randy telephoned Solo, telling him he had run into me who was an expert swimmer and we were heading to Paradise City by highway 1, he did some quick thinking, didn’t he?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Nina said, her eyes like chips of ice.
‘Yes, you do.’ Harry took a long drag at his cigarette. ‘Solo and you set me up for your patsy, didn’t you? It was you, wearing the anti-dazzle goggles, the white scarf, with the story you were taking a caravan to Miami, who planted Baldy’s body on Randy and me. Your outfit is still in the locker of Solo’s boat. You should have got rid of it. That was careless of you. You gave yourself to me because it was the easiest way you could think of to get me to pilot you into this grotto. That’s it, isn’t it?’