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Authors: Dennis Wheatley
They were on the other side of a giant cactus hedge, but I could see them through the spearsâit was my old friend Credo that he was talking to, and he was pointing out my window on the third floor of the hotel.
It didn't take much brainwork to fathom Rankin's little plot; he'd hunted out the Corsican in Corte, perhaps paid his rail fare down, and Credo was being put up to do me in.
I got away from those bushes without either of them spotting me, and thought the matter over. I hadn't got any Mills this time, worse luck! but I had got my gun. When we were changing for dinner that night I took it out and loaded it.
Lilseth saw me in the mirror, she was doing her hair at the dressing-table at the time. âWhat are you doing with that, that thing?' she wanted to know.
âThought I saw that chap Credo in the town today,' I told her. âI'm not sure, I can hardly remember what he looks like now, but there's no harm in being prepared. I wouldn't mention it to Rankin anyhow, there's no point in worrying him.'
I clicked home the magazine and pushed it under my pillow; it was the automatic that I carried all through the warâyou remember, the one the Brigade Major made such a fuss about. It was against regulationsâbut my life was a jolly sight too precious to risk it with only one of those antiquated service revolvers that they kept dishing outâwhen every other army had proper modern automatics.
We went down to dinner, and afterwards I refused a stroll round the townâif I'm going to fight I like to choose my own ground.
I went to bed about eleven; Lilseth came up a little laterâI could see she'd been ginning up with Rankin, but I didn't say anythingâour light was out before twelve.
I had seen to it that the door was bolted, and as we were on the third floor I didn't reckon Credo could come in by the windowâso I dropped off to sleep.
It must have been about four when I awokeâthere wasn't a sound, and there was no moon, the room was black as pitch⦠but I knew that Credo was there somewhere in the darkness.
I lay dead stillâI knew that was my only chance. I strained my eyes but I couldn't see a damned thingâthe place was solid black. There's a queer sense which comes into play when you're like thatâtaut and waiting; I couldn't see, but I knew the other bed was emptyâLilseth was not in the room.
Very gently I edged my hand towards my gun; the relief when my fingers closed over the butt was indescribableâI drew it out by inches. I could see a little by thenâvery vaguely. Credo was standing just between the two beds. Very slowly I raised the gun level with my head on the pillow. I pointed it at the place where I thought Credo to beâthen I just went cold all over. It was quite light in my hand, you can tell in a second if you've been used to handling a pistolâsomebody had removed the magazine.
Pretty ghastly, wasn't it?âLilseth, of course. Rankin didn't even know I'd got a gun. The two of them were in it together. The dope must have made her brain a good bit more rotten than I'd thought. They wanted to out me so that they could marryâI knew he was tired of Tanganyika, and I suppose he was after Lilseth's money.
I really thought my number was up as I lay there in the darkness. If I'd moved a muscle I was for itâI could hear Credo breathing, only five feet away. At any second the shot might comeâhe was so close there wouldn't be a chance to throw myself aside or duck. I don't think I'm a coward, but the perspiration was just streaming down my face.
Then he moved a littleâever so slightly forward between the two beds. I lay there with my heart thudding, and my mouth dryâthen he moved again, and stooped to peer at Lilseth's empty bed. He was a quarter turned away from me and I could just make out his head. Suddenly I realised his troubleâhe didn't know which bed I was in!âand that's what saved me. I clubbed the automatic, and swiped him with all the force I had.
He fell without a murmur across Lilseth's bed. I had the light on in a second, and I saw at once that I had knocked
him out. It was Credo, all rightâblack slouch hat and all for the moment I was too relieved to think coherently, and I just sat there staring at his bodyâthen I began to wonder how he had got in.
The door was unbolted, of course, but that would have been Lilseth when she left the room. I went to the windowâthat was the way he had come. How he'd managed to rig a thirty-foot ladder I don't knowâperhaps he got a pal to help him.
As I stood there an idea began to form in my, mindâI looked at Credo, he would be coming round in a minuteâso I hadn't got much time.
I took his gun, a long-barrelled, ancient-looking piece, but pretty deadly, I expect, and went into the passage. Rankin's room was next to mine. I tried the door, it wasn't lockedâI opened it very, very gently. The room was dark, he must have been dozing, I supposeâthen with infinite caution I removed the key. I propped the gun against the wall inside, and crept back to my room.
Credo showed signs of coming round, so I didn't waste a second. I picked him up like a sack of coal. He was a pretty useful weight, but I was strong enough to manage it. I had left Rankin's door ajar, so I pushed it with my shoulder, and lowered Credo to the floor.
Rankin sat up in bedâwide awake at once. âWho's that?' he said, but he didn't put on the lightâof course, Lilseth was with him in the darkness. They must have been lying there for hours waiting to hear the shot, and both fallen half asleep.
âIt's only me,' I told him, âI can't make out where Lilseth is, she's not in bedâI thought she might have come to you for some brandy if she was feeling rottenâours has run out.'
âShe hasn't been here,' he stammered quickly, and I could tell from his voice that he was scared.
Credo was stirring at my feetâI stooped down and put the gun in his handâthen very gently I slipped out⦠and I locked the door behind me.'
âSo that's how it happened,' I said.
Angus nodded. âThat's itâRankin must have heard Credo moving near the door, and thought it was meâhe
didn't dare put on the light. Credo was dazed when he came toâbut he found he'd got his gun. When Rankin got out of bed to investigate, Credo shot himâin mistake for me.'
I nodded. âAnd of course, Lilseth being locked in Rankin's room gave you the evidence for the divorceâbut what happened to Credo?'
Angus laughed. âThe poor brute broke his neck. You see he never knew that he had been moved into Rankin's room, so when he stepped out on his ladderâit wasn't there!'
DENNIS WHEATLEY
Dennis Wheatley (1897â1977) was an English author whose prolific output of stylish thrillers and occult novels made him one of the world's best-selling writers from the 1930s through the 1960s.
Wheatley was the eldest of three children, and his parents were the owners of Wheatley & Son of Mayfair, a wine business. He admitted to little aptitude for schooling, and was expelled from Dulwich College, London. In 1919 he assumed management of the family wine business but in 1931, after a decline in business due to the depression, he began writing.
His first book,
The Forbidden Territory
, became a bestseller overnight, and since then his books have sold over 50 million copies worldwide. During the 1960s, his publishers sold one million copies of Wheatley titles per year, and his Gregory Sallust series was one of the main inspirations for Ian Fleming's James Bond stories.
During the Second World War, Wheatley was a member of the London Controlling Section, which secretly coordinated strategic military deception and cover plans. His literary talents gained him employment with planning staffs for the War Office. He wrote numerous papers for the War Office, including suggestions for dealing with a German invasion of Britain.
Dennis Wheatley died on 11th November 1977. During his life he wrote over 70 books and sold over 50 million copies.
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Duke de Richleau
The Forbidden Territory
The Devil Rides Out
The Golden Spaniard
Three Inquisitive People
Strange Conflict
Codeword Golden Fleece
The Second Seal
The Prisoner in the Mask
Vendetta in Spain
Dangerous Inheritance
Gateway to Hell
Gregory Sallust
Black August
Contraband
The Scarlet Impostor
Faked Passports
The Black Baroness
V for Vengeance
Come into My Parlour
The Island Where Time Stands Still
Traitors' Gate
They Used Dark Forces
The White Witch of the South Seas
Julian Day
The Quest of Julian Day
The Sword of Fate
Bill for the Use of a Body
Roger Brook
The Launching of Roger Brook
The Shadow of Tyburn Tree
The Rising Storm
The Man Who Killed the King
The Dark Secret of Josephine
The Rape of Venice
The Sultan's Daughter
The Wanton Princess
Evil in a Mask
The Ravishing of Lady Mary Ware
The Irish Witch
Desperate Measures
Molly Fountain
To the Devil a Daughter
The Satanist
Lost World
They Found Atlantis
Uncharted Seas
The Man Who Missed the War
Espionage
Mayhem in Greece
The Eunuch of Stamboul
The Fabulous Valley
The Strange Story of Linda Lee
Such Power is Dangerous
The Secret War
Science Fiction
Sixty Days to Live
Star of Ill-Omen
Black Magic
The Haunting of Toby Jugg
The KA of Gifford Hillary
Unholy Crusade
Short Stories
Mediterranean Nights
Gunmen, Gallants and Ghosts
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