Warren let that go and merely nodded.
My research staff found that in nearly one-third of their enquiries they were advised to consult you as a leading member of the profession.
They didnt, said Warren succinctly.
Hellier smiled. No, I told them not to. As you said the other day, youre a very busy man. I didnt want to disturb you.
I suppose I should thank you, said Warren with a straight face.
Hellier squared his shoulders. Dr Warren, let us not fence with each other. Im putting all my cards on the table. I also had you independently investigated.
Warren sipped whisky and kept steady eyes on Hellier over the glass. Thats a damned liberty, he observed mildly. I suppose I should ask you what you found.
Hellier held up his hand. Nothing but good, Doctor. You have an enviable reputation both as a man and as a physician, besides being outstanding in the field of drug addiction.
Warren said satirically, I should like to read that dossier some time it would be like reading ones obituary, a chance which comes to few of us. He put down his glass. And to what end is all this this effort on your part?
I wanted to be sure that you are the right man, said Hellier seriously.
Youre talking in riddles, said Warren impatiently. He laughed. Are you going to offer me a job? Technical adviser to a film, perhaps?
Perhaps, said Hellier. Let me ask you a question. You are divorced from your wife. Why?
Warren felt outrage, surprise and shock. He was outraged at the nature of the question; surprised that the urbane Hellier should have asked it; shocked because of the intensive nature of Helliers investigation of him. Thats my affair, he said coldly.
Undoubtedly, Hellier studied Warren for a moment. Ill tell you why your wife divorced you. She didnt like your association with drug addicts.
Warren put his hands on the arms of the chair preparatory to rising, and Hellier said sharply, Sit down, man; listen to what Ive got to say.
It had better be good, said Warren, relaxing. I dont take kindly to conversations of this nature.
Hellier stubbed out his cigarette and lit another. That tells me more about you than it does about your wife, whom I am not interested in. It tells me that the interests of your profession come ahead of your personal relationships. Are you aware that you are considered to be a fanatic on the subject of drugs?
It has been brought to my attention, said Warren stiffly.
Hellier nodded. As you pointed out and as I have found in my brief study drug addicts are not the most easy patients. Theyre conceited, aggressive, deceitful, vicious, crafty and any other pejorative term you care to apply to them. And yet you persist against all the odds in trying to help them even to the extent of losing your wife. That seems to me to show a great deal of dedication.
Warren snorted. Dedication my foot! Its just what goes with the job. All those vices youve just mentioned are symptoms of the general drug syndrome. The addicts are like that because of the drugs, and you cant just leave them to stew because you dont like the way they behave. He shook his head. Come to the point. I didnt come here to be admired especially by you.
Hellier flushed. I was making a point in my own peculiar way, he said. But Ill come to the nub of it. When I came to see you, you said that the problem was in stopping the inflow of illicit drugs and you said it was an international problem. You were also damned quick to say that you werent prepared to jump off to Iran on a crazy adventure. He stuck out his finger. I think you know something, Dr Warren; and I think its something definite.
My God! said Warren. You jump to a fast conclusion.
Im used to it, said Hellier easily. Ive had a lot of experience and Im usually right. I get paid for being right and Im highly paid. Now, why Iran? Heroin is ultimately derived from opium, and opium comes from many places. It could come from the Far East China or Burma but you said the problem of illegal supply begins in the Middle East. Why the Middle East? And why pick Iran in particular? It could come from any of half a dozen countries from Afghanistan to Greece, but you took a snap judgment on Iran without a second thought. He set down his glass with a tiny click. You know something definite, Dr Warren.
Warren stirred in his chair. Why this sudden interest?
Because Ive decided to do something about it, said Hellier. He laughed briefly at the expression on Warrens face. No, I havent gone mad; neither do I have delusions of grandeur. You pointed out the problem yourself. What the devils the good of patching up these damned idiots if they can walk out and pick up a fresh supply on the nearest corner? Cutting off the illegal supply would make your own job a lot easier.
For Gods sake! exploded Warren. There are hundreds of policemen of all nationalities working on this. What makes you think you can do any better?
Hellier levelled a finger at him. Because you have information which for reasons of your own quite ethical reasons, I am sure you will not pass on to the police.
And which I will pass on to you is that it?
Oh, no, said Hellier. You can keep it to yourself if you wish. He stabbed a finger towards Warren again. You see, you are going to do something about it.
Now I know youre crazy, said Warren in disgust. Hellier, I think youve been knocked off balance; youre set on some weird kind of expiation and youre trying to drag me into it. His lips twisted. Its known as shutting the stable door after the horse has gone, and I want no part of it.
Unperturbedly, Hellier lit another cigarette, and Warren suddenly said, You smoke too much.
Youre the second doctor to tell me that within a fortnight. Hellier waved his hand. You see, you cant help being a doctor, even now. At our last meeting you said something else Im a doctor who just makes ends meet. He laughed. Youre right; I know your bank balance to a penny. But suppose you had virtually unlimited funds, and suppose you coupled those funds with the information Im certain you have and which, incidentally, you dont deny having. What then?
Warren spoke without thinking. Its too big for one man.
Who said anything about one man? Pick your own team, said Hellier expansively,
Warren stared at him. I believe you mean all this, he said in wonder.
I might be in the business of spinning fairy tales for other people, said Hellier soberly. But I dont spin them for myself. I mean every word of it.
Warren knew he had been right; Hellier had been pushed off balance by the death of his daughter. He judged that Hellier had always been a single-minded man, and now he had veered off course and had set his sights on a new objective. And he would be a hard man to stop.
I dont think you know whats involved, he said.
I dont care whats involved, said Hellier flatly. I want to hit these bastards. I want blood.
Whose blood mine? asked Warren cynically. Youve picked the wrong man. I dont think the man exists, anyway. You need a combination of St George and James Bond. Im a doctor, not a gang-buster.
Whose blood mine? asked Warren cynically. Youve picked the wrong man. I dont think the man exists, anyway. You need a combination of St George and James Bond. Im a doctor, not a gang-buster.
Youre a man with the knowledge and qualifications I need, said Hellier intensely. He saw he was on the edge of losing Warren, and said more calmly, Dont make a snap decision now, Doctor; just think it over. His voice sharpened. And pay a thought to ethics. He looked at his watch. Now what about a bite to eat?
II
Warren left Helliers flat comfortable in stomach but uneasy in mind. As he walked up Jermyn Street towards Piccadilly Circus he thought of all the aspects of the odd proposition Hellier had put to him. There was no doubt that Hellier meant it, but he did not know what he was getting into not by half; in the vicious world of the drug trade no quarter was given the stakes were too high.
He pushed his way through the brawling crowds of Piccadilly Circus and turned off into Soho. Presently he stopped outside a pub, looked at his watch, and then went in. It was crowded but someone companionably made room for him at a corner of the bar and he ordered a Scotch and, with the glass in his hand, looked about the room. Sitting at a table on the other side were three of his boys. He looked at them speculatively and judged they had had their shots not long before; they were at ease and conversation between them flowed freely. One of them looked up and waved and he raised his hand in greeting.
In order to get to his patients, to acquire their unwilling trust, Warren had lived with them and had, at last, become accepted. It was an uphill battle to get them to use clean needles and sterile water; too many of them had not the slightest idea of medical hygiene. He lived in their half-world on the fringes of crime where even the Soho prostitutes took a high moral tone and considered that the addicts lowered the gentility of the neighbourhood. It was enough to make a man laugh or cry.
Warren made no moral judgments. To him it was a social and medical problem. He was not immediately concerned with the fundamental instability in a man which led him to take heroin; all he knew was that when the man was hooked he was hooked for good. At that stage there was no point in recrimination because it solved nothing. There was a sick man to be helped, and Warren helped him, fighting society at large, the police and even the addict himself.
It was in this pub, and in places like it, that he had heard the three hard facts and the thousand rumours which constituted the core of the special knowledge which Hellier was trying to get from him. To mix with addicts was to mix with criminals. At first they had been close-mouthed when he was around, but later, when they discovered that his lips were equally tight, they spoke more freely. They knew who and what he was, but they accepted it, although to a few he was just another flaming do-gooder who ought to keep his long nose out of other peoples affairs. But generally he had become accepted.
He turned back to the bar and contemplated his glass. Nick Warren do-it-yourself Bond! he thought. Hellier is incredible! The trouble with Hellier was that he did not know the magnitude of what he had set out to do. Millionaire though he was, the prizes offered in the drug trade would make even Hellier appear poverty-stricken, and with money like that at stake men do not hesitate to kill.
A heavy hand smote him on the back and he choked over his drink. Hello, Doc; drowning your sorrows?
Warren turned. Hello, Andy. Have a drink.
Most kind, said Andrew Tozier. But allow me. He pulled out a wallet and peeled a note from the fat wad.
I wouldnt think of it, said Warren drily. Youre still unemployed. He caught the eye of the barman and ordered two whiskies.
Aye, said Tozier, putting away his wallet. The worlds becoming too bloody quiet for my liking.
You cant be reading the newspapers, observed Warren. The Russians are acting up again and Vietnam was still going full blast the last I heard.
But those are the big boys, said Tozier. Theres no room for a small-scale enterprise like mine. Its the same everywhere the big firms put the squeeze on us little chaps. He lifted his glass. Cheers!
Warren regarded him with sudden interest. Major Andrew Tozier; profession mercenary soldier. A killer for hire. Andy would not shoot anyone indiscriminately that would be murder. But he was quite prepared to be employed by a new government to whip into line a regiment of half-trained black soldiers and lead them into action. He was a walking symptom of a schizophrenic world.
Cheers! said Warren absently. His mind was racing with mad thoughts.
Tozier jerked his head towards the door. Your consulting-room is filling up, Doc. Warren looked over and saw four young men just entering; three were his patients but the fourth he did not know. I dont know how you stand those cheap bastards, said Tozier.
Someone has to look after them, said Warren. Whos the new boy?
Tozier shrugged. Another damned soul on the way to hell, he said macabrely. Youll probably meet up with him when he wants a fix.
Warren nodded. So theres still no action in your line.
Not a glimmer.
Maybe your rates are too high. I suppose its a case of supply and demand like everything else.
The rates are never too high, said Tozier, a little bleakly. What price would you put on your skin, Doc?
Ive just been asked that question in an oblique way, said Warren, thinking of Hellier. What is the going rate, anyway?
Five hundred a month plus a hell of a big bonus on completion. Tozier smiled. Thinking of starting a war?
Warren looked him in the eye. I just might be.
The smile faded from Toziers lips. He looked at Warren closely, impressed by the way he had spoken. By God! he said. I think youre serious. Who are you thinking of tackling? The Metropolitan Police? The smile returned and grew broader.
Warren said, Youve never gone in for really private enterprise, have you? I mean a private war as opposed to a public war.
Tozier shook his head. Ive always stayed legal or, at any rate, political. Anyway, there are precious few people financing private brawls. I take it you dont mean carrying a gun for some jumped-up Soho businessman busily engaged in carving out a private empire? Or bodyguarding?
Nothing like that, said Warren. He was thinking of what he knew of Andrew Tozier. The man had values of a sort. Not long before, Warren had asked why he had not taken advantage of a conflict that was going on in a South American country.
Tozier had been scathingly contemptuous. Good Christ! Thats a power game going on between two gangs of top-class cut-throats. I have no desire to mow down the poor sons of bitches of peasants who happen to get caught in the middle. He had looked hard at Warren. I choose my fights, he said.
Warren thought that if he did pick up Helliers ridiculous challenge then Andy Tozier would be a good man to have around. Not that there was any likelihood of it happening.
Tozier was waving to the barman, and held up two fingers. He turned to Warren, and said, You have something on your mind, Doctor. Is someone putting the pressure on?