The Spoilers / Juggernaut. Desmond Bagley
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He opened up. ‘How did you know we were here?’
‘That does not matter, Monsieur Abbot. You wish to speak to someone – he is here.’ He jerked his eyes sideways. ‘That will be five hundred pounds.’
Abbot glanced to where a tall man stood in the shadowed corridor. ‘Don’t try to con me, Fabre. How do I know it’s the man I want? It could be one of your put-up jobs. I’ll talk to him first, then you’ll get your money.’
‘All right,’ said Picot. ‘I’ll be in the usual place tomorrow.’
He walked away down the corridor and Abbot waited at the door. The tall man moved forward and, as his face came out of shadow, Abbot knew he had hit the jackpot. It was Eastman. He stepped on one side to let him enter, and Eastman said in a flat mid-western accent, ‘Was Picot trying to shake you down?’
Abbot closed the door. ‘Who?’ he said blankly. ‘He said his name was Fabre.’
‘His name is Picot and he’s a chiselling nogoodnik,’ said Eastman without rancour.
‘Talking about names,’ said Abbot. ‘This is Dan Parker and I’m Mike Abbot. And you are …?’ He let the question hang in the air.
‘The name is Eastman.’
Abbot smiled. ‘Sit down, Mr Eastman. Dan, pull up a chair and join the congregation.’
Eastman sat down rigidly on the chair offered. ‘I’m told you have something to sell me. Start selling.’
‘I’ll start off, Dan,’ said Abbot. ‘You can chip in when things become technical.’ He looked at Eastman. ‘I’m told there’s a fair amount of smuggling goes on around here. Dan and I have got an idea – a good idea. The trouble is we don’t have the capital to pull it off ourselves, so we’re open to offers – on a participation basis, of course.’
‘You don’t get offered a cent until I know what you’re talking about.’
‘This is where the conversation gets tricky,’ said Abbot. ‘However, Dan tells me it doesn’t matter very much if you know the secret. He thinks he’s the only one around who can make it work. Of course, it wouldn’t work with too much weight or bulk. What are you interested in smuggling?’
Eastman hesitated. ‘Let’s say gold.’
‘Let’s say gold,’ agreed Abbot. ‘Dan, how much could you carry – in weight?’
‘Up to five hundred pounds.’
‘Interested?’ asked Abbot.
‘Maybe. What’s the gimmick?’
‘This works when coming in from the sea. You shoot it in by torpedo.’ Abbot looked at Eastman as though expecting a round of applause.
Eastman sighed and put his hands on the table as though to. lever himself up. ‘You’re wasting my time,’ he said. ‘Sorry.’
‘Wait a minute,’ said Abbot. ‘Why are we wasting your time?’
Eastman stared at him and shook his head sadly. ‘It’s been tried before and it doesn’t work very well. You’re out of luck, boys.’
‘Perhaps you were using the wrong torpedoes.’
‘Perhaps.’ Eastman looked at Abbot with renewed interest. ‘What have you got?’
‘You tell me what you want, then maybe we can get together.’
Eastman smiled thinly. ‘Okay, I’ll play ball; I’ve got ten minutes spare. A torpedo has only worked well once. That was on the Austrian-Italian border; a few smart-alick amateurs got hold of a torpedo and started smuggling across one of the little lakes up there. Booze one way and tobacco the other. They had the customs cops going nuts trying to figure out how it worked. Then some jerk shot off at the mouth and that was the end of it.’
‘So?’ said Abbot. ‘It worked, didn’t it?’
‘Oh, it worked – but only across a half-assed pond. A torpedo doesn’t have the range for what I want.’
‘Can you get hold of a torpedo?’
‘Sure – but for what? Those we can get hold of don’t have the range, and those we could use are on the secret lists. Boy, if I could get hold of one of the modern underwater guided missile babies I’d be made.’
Parker broke in. ‘What kind of torpedo can you get?’
Eastman shrugged. ‘Those on the international arms market – models of the ’forties and ‘fifties. Nothing really up to date.’
‘What about the British Mark XI?’
‘Those are available, sure. With a maximum range of three miles – and what the hell’s the good of that?’
‘Fifty-five hundred yards wi’ batteries brought up to heat,’ corrected Parker.
Abbot grinned. ‘I think you’d better tell him, Dan.’
Parker said deliberately, ‘I can get fifteen miles out o’ a Mark XI.’
Eastman sat up straight. ‘Are you on the level?’
‘He is,’ said Abbot. ‘Danny boy can make a Mark XI sit up and do tricks. Meet Mr Parker, the best petty officer and torpedo mechanic the Royal Navy ever had.’
‘You interest me,’ said Eastman. ‘Are you sure about that fifteen miles?’
Parker smiled slowly. ‘I can pep up a Mark XI so you can stay safely outside the legal twelve mile limit an’ shoot her ashore at thirty knots. No bubbles, either.’
‘And carrying five hundred pounds’ weight?’
‘That’s right.’
Eastman pondered. ‘What about accuracy?’
‘That depends on the fish you give me – some o’ the guidance gear is a bit rough sometimes. But I can doctor it up if you let me have sea trials.’ Parker scratched bis jaw. ‘I reckon I could give an accuracy o’ three inches in a hundred yards – that’s less than seventy yards out either way at fifteen miles.’
‘Jesus!’ said Eastman. ‘That’s not too bad.’
‘You should be able to find a quiet beach that big,’ said Abbot. ‘You’ll have to find one that slopes pretty shallowly, but that shouldn’t be too difficult.’
‘Wait a minute,’ said Parker. ‘That’s the accuracy o’ the fish I’m talkin’ about. Currents are somethin’ else. You shoot across a current an’ the fish is goin’ to be carried sideways, an’ don’t forget it’ll be in the water for half an hour. If you have a cross-current of as little as half a knot then the fish will get knocked five hundred yards off course. Still, if you can plot the current you can compensate, an’ you might avoid the problem altogether if you shoot at slack water.’
‘Yeah, that can be gotten around.’ Eastman nibbled at a joint of his thumb thoughtfully. ‘You seem pretty certain about this.’
‘I am,’ said Parker. ‘But it’s goin’ to cost you a hell of a lot. There’s a torpedo in the first place an’ a tube to go wi’ it; there’s high-power mercury cells to be bought an’ they don’t come cheap, an’ there’s …’
‘… the cost of our services,’ said Abbot smoothly. ‘And we don’t come cheap, either.’
‘If you can pull it off you’ll get taken care of,’ said Eastman. ‘If you don’t you’ll get taken care of another way.’ His eyes were chilling.
Parker was unperturbed. ‘I’ll show you that it can be done first. You’ll have sea trials.’