I slopped whisky into the glass. Slade had been playing chess with us. Neither Birkby nor I were deep enough in Kennikins outfit to suit him so he sacrificed a pawn to put another in a better position. But he had broken the rules as far as I was concerned it was as though a chess player had knocked off one of his own pieces to checkmate the king, and thats not in the rules.
Elin said in a shaking voice, Are there any rules in your dirty world?
Quite right, I said. There arent any rules. But I thought there were. I tried to raise a stink. I knocked back the undiluted whisky and felt it burn my throat. Nobody would listen, of course the job had been successful and was now being forgotten and the time had come to go on to bigger and better things. Slade had pulled it off and no one wanted to delve too deeply into how hed done it. I laughed humourlessly. In fact, hed gone up a notch in the Department and any muck-raking would be tactless a reflection on the superior who had promoted him. I was a nuisance and nuisances are unwanted and to be got rid of.
So they got rid of you, she said flatly.
If Slade had his way Id have been got rid of the hard way permanently. In fact, he told me so not long ago. But he wasnt too high in the organization in those days and he didnt carry enough weight. I looked into the bottom of the glass. What happened was that I had a nervous breakdown.
I raised my eyes to Elin. Some of it was genuine Id say about fifty-fifty. Id been living on my nerves for a long time and this was the last straw. Anyway, the Department runs a hospital with tame psychiatrists for cases like mine. Right now theres a file stashed away somewhere full of stuff that would make Freud blush. If I step out of line therell be a psychiatrist ready to give evidence that I suffer everything from enuresis to paranoic delusions of grandeur. Who would disbelieve evidence coming from an eminent medical man?
Elin was outraged. But thats unethical! Youre as sane as I am.
There are no rules remember? I poured out another drink, more gently this time. So I was allowed to retire. I was no use to the Department anyway; I had become that anomaly, the well-known secret service agent. I crept away to a Scottish glen to lick my wounds. I thought I was safe until Slade showed up.
And blackmailed you with Kennikin. Would he tell Kennikin where you are?
I wouldnt put it past him, on his past record. And its quite true that Kennikin has a score to settle. The word is that hes no good to the girls any more, and he blames me for it. Id just as soon he doesnt know where to find me.
I thought of the last encounter in the dimness of the Swedish forest. I knew I hadnt killed him; I knew it as soon as I had squeezed the trigger. There is a curious prescience in the gunman which tells him if he has hit the mark at which he aims, and I knew the bullet had gone low and that I had only wounded him. The nature of the wound was something else, and I could expect no mercy from Kennikin if he caught up with me.
Elin looked away from me and across the little glade which was quiet and still in the fading light apart from the sleepy chirrup of birds bedding down for the night. She shivered and put her arms about her body, You come from another world a world I dont know.
Its a world Im trying to protect you from.
Was Birkby married?
I dont know, I said. One thing did occur to me. If Slade had thought that Birkby had a better chance of getting next to Kennikin, then hed have told him to kill me, and for the same reason. Sometimes I think it would have been better that way.
No, Alan! Elin leaned forward and took my hand in hers. Never think that.
Dont worry; Im not suicidally minded, I said. Anyway, you now know why I dont like Slade and why I distrust him and why Im suspicious of this particular operation.
Elin looked at me closely, still holding my hand. Alan, apart from Birkby, have you killed anyone else?
I have, I said deliberately.
Her face seemed to close tight and her hand slipped from mine. She nodded slowly. I have a lot to think about, Alan. Id like to take a walk. She rose. Alone if you dont mind.
I watched her walk into the trees and then picked up the bottle hefting it in my hand and wondering if I wanted another drink. I looked at the level of liquid and discovered that four of my unmeasured slugs had nearly half-emptied the bottle. I put it down again I have never believed in drowning my problems and this was no time to start.
I knew what was wrong with Elin. Its a shock for a woman to realize that the man accepted into her bed is a certified killer, no matter in how laudable a cause. And I had no illusions that the cause for which I had worked was particularly commendable not to Elin. What would a peaceful Icelander know about the murkier depths of the unceasing undercover war between the nations?
I collected the dirty dishes and began to wash them, wondering what she would do. All I had going for me were the summers we had spent together and the hope that those days and nights of happiness would weigh in the balance of her mind. I hoped that what she knew of me as a man, a lover and a human being would count for more than my past.
I finished cleaning up and lit a cigarette. Light was slowly ebbing from the sky towards the long twilight of summer in northern lands. It would never really get dark it was too close to Midsummer Day and the sun would not be absent for long.
I saw Elin coming back, her white shirt glimmering among the trees. As she approached the Land-Rover she looked up at the sky. Its getting late.
Yes.
She stooped, unzipped the sleeping bags, and then zipped them together to make one large bag. As she turned her head towards me her lips curved in a half-smile. Come to bed, Alan, she said, and I knew that nothing was lost and everything was going to be all right.
Later that night I had an idea. I unzipped my side of the bag and rolled out, trying not to disturb Elin. She said sleepily, What are you doing?
I dont like Slades mysterious box being in the open. Im going to hide it.
Where?
Somewhere under the chassis.
Cant it wait until morning?
I pulled on a sweater. I might as well do it now. I cant sleep Ive been thinking too much.
Elin yawned. Can I help hold a torch or something?
Go back to sleep. I took the metal box, a roll of insulating tape and a torch, and went over to the Land-Rover. On the theory that I might want to get at the box quickly I taped it inside the rear bumper. I had just finished when a random sweep of my hand inside the bumper gave me pause, because my fingers encountered something that shifted stickily.
I nearly twisted my head off in an attempt to see what it was. Squinting in the light of the torch I saw another metal box, but much smaller and painted green, the same colour as the Land-Rover but definitely not standard equipment as provided by the Rover Company. Gently I grasped it and pulled it away. One side of the small cube was magnetized so it would hold on a metal surface and, as I held it in my hand, I knew that someone was being very clever.
It was a radio bug of the type known as a bumper-bleeper and, at that moment, it would be sending out a steady scream, shouting, Here I am! Here I am! Anyone with a radio direction finder turned to the correct frequency would know exactly where to find the Land-Rover any time he cared to switch on.
It was a radio bug of the type known as a bumper-bleeper and, at that moment, it would be sending out a steady scream, shouting, Here I am! Here I am! Anyone with a radio direction finder turned to the correct frequency would know exactly where to find the Land-Rover any time he cared to switch on.
I rolled away and got to my feet, still holding the bug, and for a moment was tempted to smash it. How long it had been on the Land-Rover I didnt know probably ever since Reykjavik. And who else could have bugged it but Slade or his man, Graham. Not content with warning me to keep Elin out of it, he had coppered his bet by making it easy to check on her. Or was it me he wanted to find?
I was about to drop it and grind it under my heel when I paused. That wouldnt be too clever there were other, and better, ways of using it. Slade knew I was bugged, I knew I was bugged, but Slade didnt know that I knew, and that fact might yet be turned to account. I bent down and leaned under the Land-Rover to replace the bug. It attached itself to the bumper with a slight click.
And at that moment something happened. I didnt know what it was because it was so imperceptible just a fractional alteration of the quality of the night silence and if the finding of the bug had not made me preternaturally alert I might have missed it. I held my breath and listened intently and heard it again the faraway metallic grunt of a gear change. Then there was nothing more, but that was enough.
THREE
I leaned over Elin and shook her. Wake up! I said quietly.
Whats the matter? she asked, still half-asleep.
Keep quiet! Get dressed quickly.
But what ?
Dont argue just get dressed. I turned and stared into the trees, dimly visible in the half light. Nothing moved, nor could I hear anything the quiet of the night was unbroken. The narrow entrance to Asbyrgi lay just under a mile away and I thought it likely that the vehicle would stop there. That would be a natural precaution the stopper in the neck of the bottle.
It was likely that further investigation of Asbyrgi would be made on foot in a known direction given by radio direction finder and a known distance as given by a signal strength meter. Having a radio bug on a vehicle is as good as illuminating it with a searchlight.
Elin said quietly, Im ready.
I turned to her. Were about to have visitors, I said in a low voice. In fifteen minutes maybe less. I want you to hide. I pointed. Over there would be best; find the closest cover you can among the trees and lie down and dont come out until you hear me calling you.
But
Dont argue just do it, I said harshly. I had never spoken to her before in that tone of voice and she blinked at me in surprise, but she turned quickly and ran into the trees.
I dived under the Land-Rover and groped for Lindholms pistol which I had taped there in Reykjavik, but it had gone and all that was left was a sticky strand of insulation tape to show where it had been. The roads in Iceland are rough enough to shake anything loose and I was bloody lucky not to have lost the most important thing the metal box.
So all I had was the knife the sgian dubh. I stooped and picked it up from where it was lying next to the sleeping bag and tucked it into the waistband of my trousers. Then I withdrew into the trees by the side of the glade and settled down to wait.
It was a long time, nearer to half an hour, before anything happened. He came like a ghost, a dark shape moving quietly up the track and not making a sound. It was too dark to see his face but there was just enough light to let me see what he carried. The shape and the way he held it was unmistakable there are ways of holding tools, and a man carries a rifle in a different way from he carries a stick. This was no stick.
I froze as he paused on the edge of the glade. He was quite still and, if I hadnt known he was there, it would have been easy for the eye to pass over that dark patch by the trees without recognizing it for what it was a man with a gun. I was worried about the gun; it was either a rifle or a shotgun, and that was the sign of a professional. Pistols are too inaccurate for the serious business of killing ask any soldier and are liable to jam at the wrong moment. The professional prefers something more deadly.
If I was going to jump him Id have to get behind him. which meant letting him pass me, but that would mean laying myself wide open for his friend if he had a friend behind him. So I waited to see if the friend would turn up or if he was alone. I wondered briefly if he knew what would happen if he fired that gun in Asbyrgi; if he didnt then hed be a very surprised gunman when he pulled the trigger.
There was a flicker of movement and he was suddenly gone, and I cursed silently. Then a twig cracked and I knew he was in the trees on the other side of the glade. This was a professional all right a really careful boy. Never come from the direction in which you are expected, even if you dont think youll be expected. Play it safe. He was in the trees and circling the glade to come in from the other side.
I also began to circle, but in the opposite direction. This was tricky because sooner or later wed come face to face. I plucked the sgian dubh from my waist and held it loosely puny protection against a rifle but it was all I had. Every step I took I tested carefully to make sure there was no twig underfoot, and it was slow and sweaty work.
I paused beneath a scrawny birch tree and peered into the semi-darkness. Nothing moved but I heard the faint click as of one stone knocking against another. I remained motionless, holding my breath, and then I saw him coming towards me, a dark moving shadow not ten yards away. I tightened my hold on the knife and waited for him.
Suddenly the silence was broken by the rustle of bushes and something white arose at his feet. It could only be one thing he had walked right on to Elin where she had crouched in hiding. He was startled, retreated a step, and raised the rifle, I yelled, Get down, Elin! as he pulled the trigger and a flash of light split the darkness.
It sounded as though a war had broken out, as though an infantry company had let off a rather ragged volley of rifle fire. The noise of the shot bounced from the cliffs of Asbyrgi, repeating from rock face to rock face in a diminishing series of multiple echoes which died away slowly in the far distance. That unexpected result of pulling the trigger unnerved him momentarily and he checked in surprise.
I threw the knife and there was the soft thud as it hit him. He gave a bubbling cry and dropped the rifle to claw at his chest. Then his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, thrashing and writhing among the bushes.
I ignored him and ran to where I had seen Elin, pulling the flashlight from my pocket as I went. She was sitting on the ground, her hand to her shoulder and her eyes wide with shock. Are you all right?
She withdrew her hand and her fingers were covered in blood. He shot me, she said dully.
I knelt beside her and looked at her shoulder. The bullet had grazed her, tearing the pad of muscle on top of the shoulder. It would be painful later, but it was not serious. Wed better put a dressing on that, I said.