Kane turned slowly and the German smiled. 'So old Mahmoud didn't keep his promise to hold you?'
'Not when he found you'd taken Marie," Kane said. 'You touched his Arab pride on the raw there.'
'A matter of indifference to me. I've been waiting for Muller. Presumably he won't be coming?'
'I'm afraid not," Kane said.
Skiros smiled again. 'In a way you have done me a favour. He might have proved troublesome. You've only anticipated my own intention.'
'That I can believe,' Kane said drily.
Skiros pointed to the hatch. 'Now you can open it again. There seems to be no further reason to delay our departure.'
Kane removed the metal brackets as slowly as possible. He pulled back the hatch, and Skiros called, 'All hands on deck!'
The Arab seamen poured up from below and stood in a group, talking excitedly, eyeing Kane in an unfriendly manner. Skiros called forward one who was obviously the mate and ordered him to make sail, then he pushed Kane along the deck towards the stern.
He opened the door of the captain's cabin underneath the poop-deck and pushed him inside. Kane remembered his last visit, the night the attempt had been made on his life by one of Selim's men. The cabin looked just the same. There were rugs and cushions scattered on the floor round a low brass coffee table, and underneath the great stern windows, a sleeping couch was freshly prepared.
Skiros stood on the other side of the table and sighed. 'If only you and I could have seen eye-to-eye with each other.'
'Hardly likely,' Kane said. 'You're finished. No great coup, the Suez canal still open. What will the Fiihrer say?'
'He has other things on his mind. The Panzers rolled yesterday, my friend. Poland is already facing the worst defeat in Europe since the First World War.'
'I thought that was the one Germany lost,' Kane said.
Skiros scowled. 'Not this time.'
'I know. Tomorrow the world. What have you done with Marie?'
Skiros took out one of his oily black cheroots and lit it awkwardly with one hand. He chuckled, coughing heavily as the smoke caught the back of his throat. 'I find all this rather amusing. I never thought you were the type for love and romance and all that sort of thing.'
He took a key from his pocket, moved across to a small door, unlocked it and stood to one side. Marie Ferret moved out into the room.
For a moment, she stood there, dazed and bewildered, and then she saw Kane and came straight to him.
'Has he harmed you?' Kane said.
She shook her head. 'No, but I found his conversation as revolting as his person.'
Skiros laughed until the flesh danced across his great body. 'I wonder how you'll talk when your friend here is bait for the sharks out in the Gulf.' He thumbed back the hammer of the revolver and centred it on Kane's stomach deliberately.
Kane looked beyond the German, out through the open window, his eyes on the thick rope of the stern anchor. As he watched, something moved and two hands appeared over the edge of the window. A moment later, Jamal peered cautiously into the room.
Kane concentrated everything on keeping Skiros talking. He slipped a hand into his pocket and took out the knotted handkerchief that contained the necklace he had found in the passage leading to Sheba's tomb.
He tossed it down on the brass coffee table. 'Kill me,' he said calmly, 'and you'll be making the greatest mistake of your life.'
The German laughed harshly. 'Don't try that sort of stuff now. It won't save your skin.'
Kane picked up the handkerchief and started to untie the knots. 'See for yourself, and this is only a sample. Sheba's treasure. We found it back there at the temple.'
He held up the necklace to the light and the emeralds glowed with green fire. The German's jaw went slack and an expression of awe appeared on his face. 'Holy Mother of God, I've never seen anything like it.'
He snatched the necklace from Kane's hand and examined it closely. After a moment, he looked up and a genial smile appeared on his face. 'In the right quarter, this will be worth a fortune. I'm obliged to you.'
They were the last words he spoke on earth. He started to laugh, his finger tightening on the trigger of the revolver, and Jamal stepped off the sleeping couch, arms extended.
One hand fastened over the German's mouth, the other struck the revolver from his grasp. Skiros started to struggle, but Jamal slipped an arm round his throat and bent him backward over one knee.
Panic appeared in the German's eyes and his legs threshed wildly. There was a sound as if a dry branch had snapped and he was still.
Marie gave a gasp of horror as Jamal lowered him to the floor and turned towards them. As Kane bent to pick up the fallen necklace, the stern anchor passed the window and the dhow moved forward as the wind caught the great lateen sails.
Kane gestured towards the windows and pushed Jamal forward. 'Quickly, there's no time to lose.'
The Somali slipped out feet first and disappeared. The dhow was already picking up speed as it moved towards the harbour entrance, and Kane pushed Marie through the window.
He looked back once at the body of the German, who lay with his face slightly turned towards him, eyes open, and then took a deep breath and jumped.
As he surfaced, the dhow was already moving away, and he started to swim towards Marie, who was clearly visible in the moonlight.
She waited for him, treading water. When he reached her, she fumbled for his hand and for a little while they stayed there like that, looking at each other.
The dhow moved out into the open sea, lateen sails billowing in the wind, and Kane looked again at Marie, and for some unaccountable reason, they started to laugh.
He held her hand very tightly and they turned and swam slowly together through the warm night towards the beach.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jack Higgins was raised in Belfast in a family with a political background and frequently experienced the worst aspect of the troubles during his youth. He later moved to Leeds, left school with no qualifications and had a succession of jobs, including two years as an NCO in the Royal Horse Guards serving on the East German border during the Cold War. He was then accepted as an external student at London University while working as a circus tent-hand, a tram conductor and most things in between, and a degree in sociology and social psychology took him into teaching before he became a full-time author. He was already a writer of adventure stories when he wrote The Eagle Has Landed but his highly original war novel turned him into an international bestselling author. His novels have since sold over 250 million copies and have been translated into forty-four languages. Many of them have been filmed. The most notable being The Eagle Has Landed, Confessional, Night of the Fox, which was made into a highly successful ITV series, A Season in Hell, Cold Harbour, The Eagle Has Flown and On Dangerous Ground.
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