Wild Justice (35 page)
Authors: Wilbur Smith
âYes,' Peter cut in short, but still there was a sickly fascination in seeing the faces of these men. He had imagined them accurately, he realized, without particular relish.
âHer masters were delighted â as you can imagine. With a male agent it is sometimes necessary to wait a decade or more for results while he moles his way into the system. With a young and beautiful woman she has her greatest value when those assets are freshest. Magda Kutchinsky gave them magnificent value. We do not know the exact extent of her contributions â our Russian friends have not
bared everything to us, I'm afraid, but I estimate that it was about this time they began to realize her true potential. She had the magical touch, but her beauty and youth could not last for everâ' Kingston Parker made a deprecating gesture with the slim pianist's hands. ââ We do not know if Aaron Altmann was a deliberate choice by her masters. But it seems likely. Think of itâone of the richest and most powerful men in Western Europe, one who controlled most of the steel and heavy engineering producers, the single biggest armaments complex, electronics â all associated and sensitive secondary industries. He was a widower, childless, so under French law his wife could inherit his entire estate He was known to be fighting a slowly losing battle with cancer, so his life term was limited â and he was also a Zionist and one of the most trusted and influential members of Mossad. It was beautiful. Truly beautiful,' said Kingston Parker. âImagine being able to undermine a man of that stature, perhaps being able to double him! Though that seemed an extravagant dream â not even the most beautiful siren of history could expect to turn a man like Aaron Altmann. He is a separate study on his own, another incredible human being with the strength and courage of a lion â until the cancer wore him out. Again I digress, forgive me. Somebody, either the Director of the NKVD in Moscow, or Magda Kutchinsky's control at the Russian Embassy in Paris, who was, incidentally, the Chief NKVD Commissar for Western Europe, such was her value, or Magda Kutchinsky herself, picked Aaron Altmann. Within two years she was indispensable to him. She was cunning enough not to use her sexual talents upon him immediately Altmann could have any woman who took his fancy, and he usually did. His sexual appetites were legendary, and they probably were the cause of his remaining childless. A youthful indiscretion resulted in a venereal disease with complications. It was later completely cured, but the damage was irreversible, he never produced an heir.'
bared everything to us, I'm afraid, but I estimate that it was about this time they began to realize her true potential. She had the magical touch, but her beauty and youth could not last for everâ' Kingston Parker made a deprecating gesture with the slim pianist's hands. ââ We do not know if Aaron Altmann was a deliberate choice by her masters. But it seems likely. Think of itâone of the richest and most powerful men in Western Europe, one who controlled most of the steel and heavy engineering producers, the single biggest armaments complex, electronics â all associated and sensitive secondary industries. He was a widower, childless, so under French law his wife could inherit his entire estate He was known to be fighting a slowly losing battle with cancer, so his life term was limited â and he was also a Zionist and one of the most trusted and influential members of Mossad. It was beautiful. Truly beautiful,' said Kingston Parker. âImagine being able to undermine a man of that stature, perhaps being able to double him! Though that seemed an extravagant dream â not even the most beautiful siren of history could expect to turn a man like Aaron Altmann. He is a separate study on his own, another incredible human being with the strength and courage of a lion â until the cancer wore him out. Again I digress, forgive me. Somebody, either the Director of the NKVD in Moscow, or Magda Kutchinsky's control at the Russian Embassy in Paris, who was, incidentally, the Chief NKVD Commissar for Western Europe, such was her value, or Magda Kutchinsky herself, picked Aaron Altmann. Within two years she was indispensable to him. She was cunning enough not to use her sexual talents upon him immediately Altmann could have any woman who took his fancy, and he usually did. His sexual appetites were legendary, and they probably were the cause of his remaining childless. A youthful indiscretion resulted in a venereal disease with complications. It was later completely cured, but the damage was irreversible, he never produced an heir.'
He was a man who would have toyed with her and cast her aside as soon as he tired of her, if she had been callow enough to make herself immediately available to him.
First, she won his respect and admiration. Perhaps she was the first woman he had ever met whose brain and strength and determination matched his ownâ
Kingston Parker selected another photograph and passed it across the table. Fascinated, Peter stared at the black and white image of a heavily built man with a bull neck, and a solid thrusting jaw. Like so many men of vast sexual appetite, he was bald except for a Friar Tuck frill around the cannon ball dome of his skull. But there were humorous lines chiselled about his mouth, and his eyes, though fierce, looked as though they too could readily crinkle with laughter lines. Portrait of Power, Peter thought.
âWhen at last she gave him access to her body, it must have been like some great electrical storm.' Kingston Parker seemed to be deliberately dwelling on her past love affairs, and Peter would have protested had not the information he was receiving been so vital. âThis man and woman must have been able to match each other once again. Two very superior persons, two in a hundred million probably â it is interesting to speculate what might have happened if they had been able to produce a child.' Kingston Parker chuckled. âIt would probably have been a mongolian idiot â life is like that.'
Peter moved irritably, hating this turn in the conversation, and Parker went on smoothly.
âSo they married, and NKVD had a mole in the centre of Western industry. Narmco, Altmann's armaments complex, was manufacturing top secret American, British and French missile hardware for NATO. The new Baroness was on the Board, was in fact Deputy Chairman of Narmco. We can be sure that armaments blueprints were passed, not by the sheet but by the truckload. Every night, the leaders and decision-makers of the Western world sat at the new
Baroness's board and swilled her champagne. Every conversation, every nuance and indiscretion was recorded by that specially trained memory, and slowly, inevitably, the Baron's strength was whittled away. He began to rely more and more upon her. We do not know exactly when she began to assist him with his Mossad activities â but when it happened the Russians had succeeded in their design. In effect they had succeeded in turning Baron Aaron Altmann, they had his right hand and his heart â for by this time the dying Baron was completely besotted by the enchantress. They could expect to inherit the greater part of Western European heavy industry. It was all very easy â until the latent defect in the Baroness's character began to surface. We can only imagine the alarm of her Russian masters when they detected the first signs that the Baroness was working for herself alone. She was brighter by far than any of the men who had up until that time controlled her, and she had been given a taste of real power. The taste seemed very much to her liking. We can only imagine the gargantuan battle of wills between the puppetmasters and the beautiful puppet that had suddenly developed a mind and ambitions of her very own â quite simply her ambition now was to be the most wealthy and powerful woman since Catherine of Russia, and the makings were almost within her pretty hands â exceptâ'
Baroness's board and swilled her champagne. Every conversation, every nuance and indiscretion was recorded by that specially trained memory, and slowly, inevitably, the Baron's strength was whittled away. He began to rely more and more upon her. We do not know exactly when she began to assist him with his Mossad activities â but when it happened the Russians had succeeded in their design. In effect they had succeeded in turning Baron Aaron Altmann, they had his right hand and his heart â for by this time the dying Baron was completely besotted by the enchantress. They could expect to inherit the greater part of Western European heavy industry. It was all very easy â until the latent defect in the Baroness's character began to surface. We can only imagine the alarm of her Russian masters when they detected the first signs that the Baroness was working for herself alone. She was brighter by far than any of the men who had up until that time controlled her, and she had been given a taste of real power. The taste seemed very much to her liking. We can only imagine the gargantuan battle of wills between the puppetmasters and the beautiful puppet that had suddenly developed a mind and ambitions of her very own â quite simply her ambition now was to be the most wealthy and powerful woman since Catherine of Russia, and the makings were almost within her pretty hands â exceptâ'
Kingston Parker stopped; like a born storyteller, he knew instinctively how to build up the tension in his audience. He rattled his coffee cup.
âThis talking is thirsty business.' Colin and Peter had to rouse themselves with a physical effort. They had been mesmerized by the story and the personality of the storyteller. When Parker had his cup refilled, he sipped at it, then went on speaking.
âThere was one last lever her Russian masters had over her. They threatened to expose her. It was quite a neat stroke, really. A man like Aaron Altmann would have acted
like an enraged bull if he had known how he had been deceived. His reaction was predictable. He would have divorced Magda immediately. Divorce is difficult in France â but not for a man like the Baron. Without his protection Magda was nothing, less than nothing, for her value to the Russians would have come to an end. Without the Altmann Empire her dreams of power would disappear like a puff of smoke. It was a good try â it would have worked against an ordinary person, but of course they were not dealing with an ordinary personâ'
like an enraged bull if he had known how he had been deceived. His reaction was predictable. He would have divorced Magda immediately. Divorce is difficult in France â but not for a man like the Baron. Without his protection Magda was nothing, less than nothing, for her value to the Russians would have come to an end. Without the Altmann Empire her dreams of power would disappear like a puff of smoke. It was a good try â it would have worked against an ordinary person, but of course they were not dealing with an ordinary personâ'
Parker paused again; it was clear he was as wrapped up by the story as they were, and he was drawing out the pleasure of the telling of it.
âI have been doing a lot of talking,' he smiled at Peter. âI'm going to let you have a chance now, Peter. You know her a little, you have learned a lot more about her in the last hour. Can you guess what she did?'
Peter began to shake his head â and then it crashed in upon him with sickening force, and he stared at Parker, the pupils of his eyes dilating with the strength of his revulsion.
âI think you have guessed.' Parker nodded. âYes, we can imagine that by this stage she was becoming a little impatient herself. The Baron was taking a rather long time to die.'
âChrist, it's horrible.' Peter grunted, as though in pain.
ââ From one point of view, I agree.' Parker nodded. âBut if you look at it like a chess player, and remember she is a player of Grand Master standard, it was a brilliant stroke. She arranged that the Baron be kidnapped. There are witnesses to the fact that she insisted on the Baron accompanying her that day. He was feeling very bad, and he did not want to go sailing, but she insisted that the sun and fresh air would be good for him. He never took his bodyguard when he went sailing. There were just the two of them. A very fast cruiser was waiting offshoreâ' He spread his hands. ââ You know the details?'
âNo,' Peter denied it.
âThe cruiser rammed the yacht. Picked the Baron out of the water, but left the Baroness. An hour later there was a radio message to the coastguard; they went out and found her still clinging to the wreckage. The kidnappers were very concerned that she survived.'
âThey may have wanted a loving wife to bargain with,' Peter suggested swiftly.
âThat is possible, of course, and she certainly played the role of the bereaved wife to perfection. When the ransom demand came it was she who forced the Board of Altmann Industries to ante up the twenty-five million dollars. She personally took the cash to the rendezvousâalone.' Parker paused significantly.
âShe didn't need the money.'
âOh, but she did,' Parker contradicted. âThe Baron was not in his dotage, you know. His hands were still very firmly on the reins â and the purse strings. Magda had as much as any ordinary wife could wish for, furs, jewellery, servants, clothes, cars, boats â pocket money, around two hundred thousand dollars a year, paid to her as a salary from Altmann Industries. Any ordinary wife would have been well content
â but she was not an ordinary wife We must believe she had already planned how to carry forward her dreams of unlimited power â and it needed money, not thousands but millions. âTwenty-five million would be a reasonable stopgap, until she could get her pretty little fingers on the big apple. â She drove with the cash, in thousand-Swiss-franc bills, I understand; she drove alone to some abandoned airfield and had a plane come pick it up and fly it out to Switzerland. Damned neat.'
âButâ' Peter searched for some means of denial. ââ But the Baron was mutilated. She couldnâtâ'
âDeath is death, mutilation may have served some obscure purpose. God knows, we're dealing with an Eastern mind, devious, sanguinary â perhaps the mutilation was
merely to make any suspicion of the wife completely far-fetched â just as you immediately used it to protect her.'
merely to make any suspicion of the wife completely far-fetched â just as you immediately used it to protect her.'
He was right, of course. The mind that could plan and execute the rest of such a heinous scheme would not baulk at the smaller niceties of execution. He had no more protest to make.
âSo let us review what she had achieved by this stage. She was rid of the Baron, and the restrictions he placed upon her. An example of these restrictions, for we will find it significant later: she was very strongly in favour of Narmco banning the sale of all weapons and armaments to the South African Government. The Baron, ever the businessman, looked upon that country as a lucrative market. There was also the South African sympathy for Zionism. He overruled her, and Narmco continued to supply aircraft, missiles and light armaments to that country right up until the official UN resolution to enforce a total arms embargo, with France ratifying it. Remember the Baroness's anti-South African attitude. We come to it again later.
âShe was rid of the Baron. She was rid of her Russian control, well able to maintain a small army to protect herself. Even her former Russian masters would hesitate to take revenge on her. She was a French Grande Dame now. She had gained significant working capital â twenty-five million for which she was not accountable to another living human being. She had gained an invincible power base at Altmann Industries. Although she was still under certain checks and safeguards from the Board of Directors, yet she had access to all its information-gathering services, to its vast resources. As the head of such a colossus she had the respect of and sympathy of the French Government, and as a fringe benefit â limited but significant access to their intelligence systems. Then there was the Mossad connection: was she not the heir to Aaron Altmann's positionâ'
Peter suddenly remembered Magda speaking of her âsources' â and never identifying them. Was she really able
to use the French and Israeli intelligence as her own private agencies? It seemed impossible. But he was learning swiftly that when dealing with Magda Altmann, anything was possibleâas Kingston Parker had pointed out, she was not an ordinary person â but Parker was speaking again.
to use the French and Israeli intelligence as her own private agencies? It seemed impossible. But he was learning swiftly that when dealing with Magda Altmann, anything was possibleâas Kingston Parker had pointed out, she was not an ordinary person â but Parker was speaking again.
âThere was a period then of consolidation, a time when she gathered up the reins that Aaron had dropped. There were changes amongst the top management throughout Altmann Industries as she replaced those who might oppose her with her own minions. A time of planning and organizing, and then the first attempt to govern and prescribe the destiny of nations. She chose the nation which most offended her personal view of the new world she was going to build. We will never know what made her choose the name of Caliphâ'
âYou have to be wrong.' Peter squeezed his eyelids closed with thumb and forefinger. âYou just don't know her.'
âI don't think anybody knows her, Peter,' Kingston Parker murmured, and fiddled with his pipe. âI'm sorry, we are going pretty fast here. Do you want to back up and ask any questions?'
âNo, it's all right.' Peter opened his eyes again. âGo on, will you, Kingston?'
âOne of the most important lessons that Baroness Altmann had learned was the ease with which force and violence can be used, and their tremendous effect and profitability. Bearing this lesson in mind, the Baroness chose her first act as the new ruler of mankind, and the choice was dictated by her early political convictions, those convictions formed at her father's knee and at the Communist Party meetings that she had attended as a precocious child in Paris. There is a further suggestion that the choice was reinforced by the Altmann banking corporation's interests in South African gold sales, for by this time the Baroness had tempered her socialist and communist leanings with a good healthy dollop of capitalistic self-interest. We can only
guess, but if the scheme to bring out forty tons of gold â and a black-based government-in-exile â had succeeded, it would not have taken very long for Caliph to gain control of both government and goldâ' Parker shrugged. ââ We just cannot say how ambitious, even grandiose, those plans were. But we can say that Caliph, or the Baroness, recruited her team for the execution of the plan with the skill she brought to anything she handled.' He broke off, and smiled. âI think all three of us remember the taking of Flight 070 vividly enough not to have to go once more over the details. Let me just remind you that it would have succeeded, in fact it had actually succeeded, when Peter here made his unscheduled move that brought it all down. But it succeeded. That was the important thing. Caliph could afford to congratulate herself. Her information was impeccable. She had chosen the right people for the job. She even knew the name of the officer who would command the anti-terrorist force which would be sent to intervene, and her psychology had been excellent. The execution of the four hostages had so shocked and numbed the opposition that they were powerless â the cup had been dashed from her lips by one man alone. Inevitably her interest in that man was aroused. Possibly with feminine intuition she was able to recognize in him the qualities which could be turned to her own purpose. She had that indomitable streak in her make-up that is able to recognize even in the dust of disaster that material for future victoryâ' Parker shifted his bulk, and made a small deprecatory gesture. ââ I hope this will not seem immodest if I bring myself into the story as this stage. I had been given the hint that something like Caliph existed. In fact this may not have been her first act after the killing of Aaron Altmann. Two other successful kidnappings have her style â one of them the OPEC ministers in Vienna â but we cannot be sure. I had been warned and I was waiting for Caliph to surface. Dearly I would have loved a chance to interrogate one of the hijackersâ'
guess, but if the scheme to bring out forty tons of gold â and a black-based government-in-exile â had succeeded, it would not have taken very long for Caliph to gain control of both government and goldâ' Parker shrugged. ââ We just cannot say how ambitious, even grandiose, those plans were. But we can say that Caliph, or the Baroness, recruited her team for the execution of the plan with the skill she brought to anything she handled.' He broke off, and smiled. âI think all three of us remember the taking of Flight 070 vividly enough not to have to go once more over the details. Let me just remind you that it would have succeeded, in fact it had actually succeeded, when Peter here made his unscheduled move that brought it all down. But it succeeded. That was the important thing. Caliph could afford to congratulate herself. Her information was impeccable. She had chosen the right people for the job. She even knew the name of the officer who would command the anti-terrorist force which would be sent to intervene, and her psychology had been excellent. The execution of the four hostages had so shocked and numbed the opposition that they were powerless â the cup had been dashed from her lips by one man alone. Inevitably her interest in that man was aroused. Possibly with feminine intuition she was able to recognize in him the qualities which could be turned to her own purpose. She had that indomitable streak in her make-up that is able to recognize even in the dust of disaster that material for future victoryâ' Parker shifted his bulk, and made a small deprecatory gesture. ââ I hope this will not seem immodest if I bring myself into the story as this stage. I had been given the hint that something like Caliph existed. In fact this may not have been her first act after the killing of Aaron Altmann. Two other successful kidnappings have her style â one of them the OPEC ministers in Vienna â but we cannot be sure. I had been warned and I was waiting for Caliph to surface. Dearly I would have loved a chance to interrogate one of the hijackersâ'
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