Codeword Golden Fleece (14 page)

Mack threw out a protesting hand. ‘Stop!’ he cried. ‘Stop! I’ll come if I must.’ Dabbing at the beads of sweat that had suddenly started out of his forehead, he stepped out from the crowd.

As he reached the door the Duke gave a slight nod to the others, then turned to follow him with an inaudible sigh of relief. Ignac’s escape was an irreparable mishap, but the game was not yet entirely in his hands. By having secured Mack’s person the Duke felt that he had at least one trump still left to play.

Rex was already seated at the wheel of the car with Marie Lou beside him, and neither of them asked any questions as de Richleau motioned Mack into the back before getting in himself. Rex slid in the clutch, the headlights carved a gleaming arc across the larch trees that bordered the curving drive, and the big car gathered speed for its dash through the still August night.

When they had passed the lodge and turned on to the main road, Rex threw back over his shoulder: ‘Say, d’you really mean us to go to Warsaw?’

‘Yes,’ chimed in Marie Lou, ‘what about our rendezvous with the others?’

‘Of course not,’ replied the Duke. ‘I only said that in the hope of throwing a little dust in their eyes. We’d be caught long before we got there, and even if we succeeded I doubt if the British Ambassador could afford us much protection, seeing the dead and dying we’ve left behind us at Lubieszow. Still, there is a chance that they may think us fools enough to make for the capital, and if so, the hunt will be less strenuous for us locally.’

‘You meant to ditch the car then, and stick to our original plan?’

‘I would prefer to hide it somewhere, if we can find a suitable spot. It might be useful later.’

‘How about our being followed?’

The Duke laughed grimly. ‘I think the General here is our guarantee against that. I told them before I left that any attempt of that kind would result in his being shot out of hand.’

‘I don’t mean by the Lubieszow boys,’ said Rex quickly. ‘I put all their other flivvers out of action before I naturalised this beauty. I had in mind Ignac and the cops. They’ll sure trace our tyre-tracks in the dust.’

‘Let’s try a double bluff then. Drive up the next ride on the left for half a mile. I know it well, and it’s quite broad enough for you to get back on to the road again thirty yards further on.’

Rex slowed down a little and, after a mile, at the Duke’s warning, reduced his speed still more. The moon was up and gave ample light to see the long grassy opening between two belts of trees. The car bumped a little on the grass and ran on until it reached a patch of higher ground on which, assuming that it would be dryer than the lower levels, Rex turned and, hugging the further belt of trees, brought them back on to the road.

‘Won’t having turned in there make them think that we’ve decided to hide up in the wood, as we really mean to do?’ remarked Marie Lou doubtfully.

‘No, Princess. I don’t think so. That ride comes out on another road about three miles further south. We have ridden and shot quite a bit round here in the past month, so Ignac will know that I should know that, and I trust, assume that we have endeavoured to fox them while still heading for Warsaw.’

‘Good work,’ murmured Rex. ‘I was wondering where the double bluff came in.’

‘Then I should have said triple bluff,’ the Duke replied. ‘In a minute we shall come to a cross-roads. To reach the hut we should turn to the right, but I want you to turn left. When we are some way along the side road we will turn back across country at an angle of forty-five degrees. That will bring us back to the main road again about half a mile beyond the crossroads.’

‘Make a sort of triangle, eh? But how in heck am I to do that through these woods?’

‘The forest ends just before the cross-roads. Beyond it is open pastureland, so you should be able to drive us over it without getting stuck. When we reach the main road we shall cross it, turn half-right again and cut off another triangle, so that we strike the right-hand side-road in due course. We shall cross that, too, and re-enter the wood at a place that cannot be much more than a mile from the forester’s hut. Having hidden the car, we shall do the last mile or two on foot.’

‘I get you,’ laughed Rex. ‘But it sounds like a quintuple bluff!’

‘No, when they see the tracks going into the ride they’ll think at first that we’ve taken to the woods, but Ignac will go one better and deduce that we’ve gone right through it to get on to the road to the south. But there is so little traffic in these parts
that someone is sure to spot the tyremarks when we came back on to this road. They’ll realise then that we’ve tried to bluff them. When they reach the cross-roads they’ll see the tracks going south again, and when they find that they turn on to the grass they’ll jump to it that we’ve laid a second false trail. After that I hope they’ll decide to waste no more time poking about, but go all out along the Warsaw road in the belief that we really are making for the capital.’

While they had been talking they had reached the cross-roads, and Rex carefully followed the Duke’s directions. In that part of Poland most land is still held in common by the village communities or forms part of great estates, so there are few hedges, and the pasture often runs unbroken except by belts of woodland for many miles. Once off the road the going was in places extremely rough, and the big car lurched heavily from side to side as they bumped their way along; but they reached the main road without accident and, having crossed it, bumped on again until they struck the side-road to the north.

On its far side the forest loomed up black and mysterious in the moonlight; but, having entered it, they found that the bare tree-trunks would give little cover to the car when daylight came. Rex edged it in as far as he could through the ever narrowing gaps until he was finally compelled to stop some three hundred yards from the road.

‘Not too bad,’ muttered the Duke. ‘We are quite a way from the village here, and the odds are all against the car being found for some days unless a gamekeeper happens to come this way.’

‘They’ll be even better if we cover her up with branches,’ added Rex and, getting out, he set about breaking off the lower branches here and there among the trees.

All this while their captive had remained a silent and gloomy spectator. The Duke now made him leave the car and put Mark Lou in charge of him with instructions to shoot him if he showed the first sign of making a bolt for it. He then turned his attention to the baggage.

It was impossible for them to carry all the cases, so the Duke undid them and, after frequent consultations with the others repacked two with the more valuable items and things which were likely to prove of the most immediate use.

By the time he had done Rex had screened the car with foliage so that from the distance it would look like a big patch of undergrowth.
As he picked up one of the suitcases de Richleau handed the other to their prisoner, remarking pleasantly:

‘As you are a considerably younger man than I, Excellency, I will not deny you the privilege of relieving me of this small burden.’

For a moment Mack hesitated, then he took the case, growling: ‘By God, you’ll pay for this!’

‘Perhaps,’ smiled the Duke, ‘but I rather doubt if you will be there to receipt the bill.’

They then set off in single file, de Richleau leading, Marie Lou next, the prisoner third and Rex bringing up the rear. Having never before approached the forester’s hut from this direction, the Duke was a little uneasy as to whether he could find it; but he said nothing of this to the others, putting his trust in the fact that at one time or another he had shot on dozens of estates, and in nearly every country in Europe, so he was no mean woodsman. His only anxiety was that the moon might be down before he could definitely locate their destination. In consequence, he set a quicker pace than he would otherwise have done, the only sufferer as a result being his conscript porter, who sweated, cursed and stumbled, not being accustomed to carrying heavy luggage.

When they had been walking for the best part of an hour the Duke came to the conclusion that they had overshot the mark, so, after a short rest, they turned back, inclining somewhat to the east. The moon was sinking now, but, after a further quarter of an hour, they came to a big tree that had been struck by lightning. Recognising it, the Duke altered course again, and ten minutes later brought them safely to the small clearing in which lay the abandoned hut.

It was a ramshackle affair, consisting of two rooms only, in one of which the starlit sky could be seen through a gap where the roof had caved in; but the floor of beaten earth was dry, the front room still housed a rough wooden table, and a fixed bench ran down one of its walls.

Mack was put in the inner room, and his hands were tied firmly behind him to prevent his climbing out through the hole in the ceiling, then the others unpacked and made themselves as comfortable as they could in the small living-room. They had brought all their rugs, and the night was not cold, but it was now getting on for three o’clock in the morning, and they all felt very tired after the hours of acute tension through which they had
passed; so, in spite of the roughness of their quarters, they had hardly settled down before they fell sound asleep.

When they woke the sun was shining. The clean forest air scented with pine was good to drink in for a few moments, but they soon decided that it was a poor substitute for coffee, and they were all ravenously hungry.

The night before, just as they were leaving Lubieszow, the thought that they ought to take food with them had flashed through de Richleau’s mind, as also the idea that it would be a good thing to disconnect the telephones and smash the receivers. But he had done neither. As Ignac’s escape had forced their departure, it had seemed to the Duke imperative that every moment should be used to get as good a lead as possible before the pursuit started. Mack’s friends could benefit by the telephone only to let the police know what they would learn for themselves within half an hour of their arrival at Lubieszow, and, fond as the Duke was of good food, nothing short of sheer necessity would have induced him to prejudice their safety for it. Yet, he thought a little sadly now of the excellent breakfast trays, bearing cold ham or snipe, as well as eggs, fruit and jam, which had always been sent up to him during his holiday in Poland.

At the time of the previous night’s crisis the practical Marie Lou had also thought of food and, not being as fully occupied as the Duke, had seized the opportunity while Rex was carrying out the bags to snatch up a napkin and tip into it a trayful of little pastries. She now produced them, much broken and with the sardines, caviare, smoked salmon and so on, with which they had been covered, crushed together; but they were still edible.

Rex contributed a half-pound slab of chocolate, but knowing that it would be many hours before they saw another square meal they decided to put it by for the time being.

They found their sullen prisoner sitting uncomfortably in a corner of the inner room and, untying him, gave him a share of their strange breakfast; after which there seemed nothing to do but to wait and hope that Richard, Simon and Lucretia would succeed in rejoining them.

For a little they whiled away the time by discussing the events of the previous night, and the Duke enquired of Rex what had happened to von Geisenheim.

‘He had locked himself into the comfort-station before the rumpus started,’ Rex grinned. ‘I did as you said an’ put three lollipops through the door. Whether they got him good and
proper I just can’t say, but I heard a sort of grunt as I turned and beat it across the landing.’

‘Then we left one dead for certain—poor old Anna—and four injured, of which two at least are probably dead by now. A horrible business, but quite like old times, I must confess.’

‘Anna’s death was not our fault,’ remarked Marie Lou. ‘One of the others hit her in the dark when they were firing at Jan.’

‘True,’ the Duke nodded, ‘and I’m very glad that at least we have not got that nice old lady’s death on our consciences. I do hope too, that the young Pole I shot while he was putting out the lights pulls through. I didn’t dare to shoot only to wound, and I got him in the head, but the bullet didn’t go through his brain. It furrowed his cheek and tore his left ear; that’s where all the blood came from, so with luck he will be all right.’

Marie Lou’s violet eyes opened wider with surprise. ‘I quite thought he was dead. I do hope you’re right. He was the nice boy who had won something for jumping in the Horse Show at Olympia.’

‘Anyhow, I’ve no regrets over that old, stone-faced General,’ Rex put in, ‘and even less over that heel Bauer.’

De Richleau smiled slightly. ‘No, it may mean two less enemies to fight when the real thing starts, and, even if Bauer doesn’t die, he’ll be out of the game for a long time to come. I put two bullets right through his chest.’

They talked on in a desultory way, but their minds were only half on the conversation. All three of them were anxiously wondering how their friends had fared. Had Ignac’s escape resulted in their being held up by the police long before they reached Warsaw? If they had got to the city safely, had they found Lucretia at Jan’s house or had some ill chance caused her to leave it, even temporarily, which would delay their return? Perhaps Ignac had thrown his net to rope in Lucretia also, and the police would already be there when the others arrived? If they did succeed in collecting her, would they manage to evade capture on the way back? And, if they did, would Richard, who had ridden in this great lonely forest only once, manage to find his way to the hut?

Anxious as they were, they knew that there was little chance of their friends rejoining them until the following morning. To Warsaw and back non-stop was a sixteen-hour journey, so that even if Richard and Simon succeeded in reaching the Lubieszow district again that evening they would be much too done up on
their arrival to undertake a long tramp through the forest, with only a vague idea where the hut lay and night coming on.

In consequence, Marie Lou and her companions did their best to still their apprehensions and while away as much of the day as possible in sleep.