The Janus Man (56 page)

Tweed glanced round. The waterfront was deserted. Lights showed in the portholes of some of the moored craft, including Ann Grayle's sloop. There was no wind, the air was stuffy, the sky above studded with enormous stars. Nield followed his upward glance.

`A clear night — should be good for radio transmission. And I'm armed, too.' He produced a Walther automatic. 'By kind permission of Kuhlmann. Harry has another one.' He looked at the
Südwind
as Newman reappeared.

`Come aboard,' Newman called out. 'All clear.'

`You go aboard,' Tweed told Nield, handing him his case. `Get everything ready for immediate departure. I have a call to make from the local police station. Back in five minutes.'

He got through to Monica quickly. She sounded relieved to hear his voice. She's holding the fort all night long Tweed thought.

`I'm so glad you've called, Tweed. A message has just come in from Butler. Speaking from Lübeck Hauptbahnhof. Reads as follows. "Diana has flown the coop. Boarding the night express for Copenhagen. Arrives Copenhagen 0645 hours. Will leave any message Royal Hotel. Butler." ' Monica paused briefly. 'He sounded in a rush. Action this day, as Churchill used to say?'

`Very much so..

`I'll sleep here. Good luck.'

Copenhagen? Why Copenhagen, Tweed wondered as he hurried to the Südwind. And why had Diana panicked? Newman had the engine throbbing as tie went aboard and entered the wheelhouse.

`We can go any time,' Newman reported. 'This is going to be one hell of a chase. Berlin will be able to move as fast as we can. Want a cup of water?'

`Yes, please.'

Tweed extracted the packet of Dramamine he always carried for sea sickness, popped one of the yellow pills in his mouth and swallowed water. Nield, who was fiddling with the powerful transceiver, watched with amusement.

`It's calm as the proverbial millpond.'

'A glass of water wobbling on a table can make me feel very queasy.' Tweed used his pen to write on a notepad lying on the chart table. 'Here is the call signal, waveband, etc. Casey is operating on from the Sea King. He's Walter Three. Well, can you operate that thing?'

'You're joking? Give me a few minutes to get the hang of it.' He took the sheet of paper Tweed tore off the pad. 'I tell this Casey what when I make contact?'

'Everything. That we're pursuing the
Nordsee
. That we need regular fixes on that vessel's position and course.' Tweed glanced briefly at the chart Newman had spread out over the table. 'Where did you get this?'

'From that stack of rolled charts under the table. Very well equipped, this cruiser, for going almost anywhere. And as I told you earlier, we have full fuel tanks.'

'How long to reach Copenhagen?'

'Be there by morning.'

'That is,' Tweed amended, 'if he takes the eastern route through the Oresund. He could veer west and use the western channel between the Danish islands of Fynn and Sjelland..

'Casey will be able to guide us — when I get through to him,' Nield said.

'Ready to move?' Newman asked. 'Right. Cast off, Pete.' 'I'll give a hand,' Tweed said.

'You'll feel queasy,' Nield said as he led the way down the gangway.

'Oh, do shut up!'

Nield waited at the stern while Tweed released the bow rope from the bollard, ran back on board and heaved the gangway on deck. Nield stared, surprised at his chief's strength. Then he dealt with the stern rope, threw it on board and leapt after it as the
Südwind
drifted away from the landing stage. Newman gently increased power, the cruiser moved out into the channel and he swung the wheel north — north for Copenhagen.

Tweed sat on the edge of a bunk in the large cabin, acutely miserable. He kept checking his watch. The Dramamine took full effect in half an hour. Nield appeared at the door.

'I've made contact with Walter Three. The
Nordsee
is heading for the Oresund. It's Copenhagen.'

Tweed shook his head. 'I think he'll proceed through the narrows and into the Kattegat. Can't Newman keep this thing on a more even course?'

`He's doing just that. Sea's calm. Lovely night for our cruise...'

`Do shut up!' Tweed repeated.

When Nield had gone he closed his eyes, but only for a moment. The pitching sensation seemed to increase. He looked again at the two new locks which had been forced open, the steel chisel and hammer lying on the bunk alongside him. He forced himself to his feet, went to one of the large damaged drawers, opened it. Empty. He checked the second drawer. Also empty. He took a deep breath and heaved himself up the steps to the bridge which was enclosed and roofed over. Newman was helmsman while Nield crouched over the transceiver with his headset.

`Damned rough, isn't it?' he remarked.

`Rough?' Newman stared at him. 'A trifle choppy, that's all. We're in the open Baltic. And Casey wants to know whether he should radio the harbour master at Copenhagen — get the
Nordsee
stopped and searched.'

`No! Under no circumstances. We must track him to the bitter end, find his ultimate landfall.'

Tweed held on to the gleaming brass rail at the front of the bridge. He was beginning to feel less ill. The Dramamine had taken effect. One every four hours, he reminded himself. The only way he could get through this traumatic experience.

The bow rose and fell gently, rose and fell. Tweed felt like spare cargo. He was nearly going spare at the thought of the time he might have to spend aboard this rocking tub. He was unaware of the passage of time, resisted the temptation to keep checking his watch. At one stage in their passage Newman lifted a pair of high-powered glasses to his eyes and gazed to the west. He scanned the horizon, his night sight excellent on the dimly-lit bridge. He handed the glasses to Tweed.

`Over there. The Fehmarn Belt. You can pick up the lights of the train ferry crossing from Puttgarden to Rodby.'

Tweed eventually found the lights. It would be carrying the night express to Copenhagen. It gave him an odd feeling to realize Diana was aboard. Thank God Butler had spotted her panic departure — which meant he also would be on board. His message to Monica had said they'd reach Copenhagen at 0645 hours. Long before the
Südwind
. Once the express had moved off the ferry it would thunder through the night. He became aware that they were changing course, lowered the glasses, looked at the compass. North by north-east. He glanced back at the stern, saw their wake curving in a wide arc.

`What's happening?' he asked.

`Look over there — the flashing light. Gedser lighthouse. Keep on our previous course and we run slap into Denmark. Look at the chart,' Newman said.

They were moving under full power now. Tweed had realized this when he saw the swift sweep of the wake, a blurred froth on the black Baltic. He groaned inwardly when he examined the chart. Only about a quarter of the way to Copenhagen.

`I think I'll take a brief nap,' Nield said, standing up off the leather-backed stool in front of the transceiver. 'Always kip when you can. Wake me if Casey calls..

Kip when you can
. The phrase recalled to Newman Falken's three basic maxims. Where was the German now? Where was Gerda? He pushed the thoughts out of his mind, concentrating on his steering. Newman and Tweed were alone for the first time since they'd boarded the
Südwind
.

`Is this legal?' Newman asked. 'Pirating the
Südwind
?' `Doubt it. Is smuggling heroin — five hundred kilos of killer, legal?'

`You have a point. What do we do when — if — we catch up with Dr Berlin?'

`If I'm right, he has to disappear forever.'

That's why you checked that I had the Luger?'

`We'll decide how we do it when the time comes. We can't afford the scandal. England can't. Mass murderer a senior chief in the SIS. Not on, Bob. I'm just not sure how we are going to accomplish the job.'

`Which is why you won't let Casey get the harbour master at Copenhagen to stop the
Südwind
?'

`I don't like it any more than you do. But it's the only way.'

*

They were off the east coast of the Danish island of Sjelland — on which Copenhagen stands — when Tweed spotted the navigation lights of the Sea King approaching high up. He glanced at the transceiver, went aft to the cabin and shook Nield who was sprawled in one of the bunks.

`Signal coming through...'

Nield came awake instantly, swung his legs on to the deck and ran up the steps. When Tweed reached the bridge he was sitting with his headset in position. He listened, made a note on his pad, acknowledged, took off the headset and went to the chart table, marking a cross.

`
Südwind
now here. Very close to entrance to Oresund.' `Call back to Casey,' Tweed said sharply. 'Tell to keep the vessel under very close observation for the next hour.'

`What's the matter?' Newman asked, turning the wheel a few degrees. 'And I've been thinking. Why didn't we take the night express to Copenhagen with Diana and Butler? We'd have arrived in plenty of time to hire a boat and wait for Berlin to arrive.'

`Because of the signal Nield is sending. The
Südwind
may still turn due east, then move north up into the Swedish — even the Finnish — archipelago. Even with a chopper tailing him, he could have given it the slip. You remember those archipelagos? Thousands of islands and they're like a labyrinth.'

`Why would he go up there?'

`Because he may make another transhipment to another vessel. They've done that once — you saw it aboard the
Wroclaw
.'        -

`What type of vessel?'

`Maybe another power cruiser like this one, like the
Nordsee
. A cruiser called the
Nocturne
.'

`You have a reason for thinking that?'

`Yes. I've just realized who that man with bandages on his face — the one who called on Ann Grayle — is.'

Fifty-Three

'The cargo is well on its way. I've just received a radio signal confirming all is well,' Lysenko reported from his apartment in Leipzig.

'A signal from where?' asked Gorbachev in Moscow.

'From the shipper of the cargo to Rostock. It should reach its destination within the next seventy-two hours.'

'Any hitches.?'

Lysenko hesitated briefly. 'None. Everything according to schedule.'

'You paused before you said that.'

Damn him, Lysenko thought. He doesn't miss a thing. He manufactured a sneeze. 'Sorry, I think I have a cold starting.'

'Keep me informed. It's not over until it has arrived...'

Connection broken. He never sleeps, Lysenko thought. He has the stamina of an ox. He hurried down to the darkened street where his car was waiting. Arriving at Markus Wolf's building, he took the elevator to the office after showing the guard on the entrance door his identity. Opening the door, he found another man who seemed to need no sleep. Behind his desk, Wolf looked up, stared at him through those square- shaped glasses which gave him a stern look.

'A problem, Lysenko. All communications with West Germany have been interrupted. When I told you earlier I thought it was a technical fault.'

'It might still be that. The West isn't as efficient as it likes to boast it is.'

'No. Something is wrong. The interruption has gone on too long. I'm worried. I sense trouble.'

'Why?'

'No word from Munzel. And what has happened to Tweed? I'm unhappy when I don't know where he is, what he's doing.' 'He can't do a thing.'

'I may remind you of that statement in the not too distant future,' Wolf rapped back.

*

It was broad daylight. The
Südwind
was proceeding at full power into Copenhagen harbour. Hours earlier Casey had reported that the
Nordsee
had moved on a course due north — into the Oresund, heading for the Kattegat between Denmark and Sweden.

Tweed had taken over the wheel from Newman during the night — to give himself something purposeful to do, to give Newman a chance to get some sleep. As he replaced Newman he had asked him about the forced drawers in the cabin.

'I did that while you were phoning Monica from the police station. Found a box of tools, selected two drawers at random, and levered off the locks with the steel chisel. Found nothing.'

`You expected — hoped to find?'

`The drug consignment. Seemed logical. That cruiser I watched being loaded from the
Wroclaw
could have been the
Südwind
. Why do you think Berlin had new locks attached?'

`Bluff. He's a clever swine. He hoped we'd think what you thought. Maybe wait and waste time watching for him to come back. What puzzles me is that was the moment Diana started to panic — when she saw those new locks.'

`Ask her — if you ever see her again.' He caught the expression on Tweed's face. 'Sorry, I didn't phrase that too tactfully.'

Newman reappeared as they approached Copenhagen, took over the wheel from Tweed. From the sea Copenhagen was a city which had changed very little with the passage of time — except for two high-rise buildings poking their ugly multi-storey edifices above the surrounding buildings. Tweed stayed on the bridge, guiding Newman since he knew the harbour well.

During the night they had encountered very little traffic in the Baltic. Now, under an overcast sky, the sea was alive with pleasure craft — yachts pirouetting in the slight breeze, small cruisers put-putting over the choppy waves. Newman skilfully threaded his way between them.

Nield sat by the transceiver, wearing his headset, taking down a message. He signed off, swivelled round in his chair and gave the gist of the signal to Tweed.

`A long one. Casey landed at Kastrup to refuel, took off again. He's having trouble tracking the
Nordsee
— too much other traffic afloat in this part of the world …'

He hasn't lost it?' There was alarm in Tweed's voice.

`No. God knows where he's going. He keeps heading north. It's beginning to look like Oslo. He's proceeding up the west coast of Sweden, keeping close in among the regular traffic. He's off Gothenburg now..