He had a knife, did he? said Carey. So what did you do about that?
Well, the other chap was coming up behind fast I didnt have much time to think so I charged the joker with the knife and sold him the dummy at the last moment
You what?
I sold him the dummy. Its a rugby expression meaning
I know what it means, snapped Carey. I suppose you were a useful rugby player at one time, too.
Thats right, said Denison.
Carey bent his head and put his hand to his brow so that his face was hidden. He seemed to be suppressing some strong emotion. What happened next? he asked in a muffled voice.
By that time Id got back to the car park and there was another man.
Another man, said Carey tiredly. Description.
Not much. I think he wore a grey suit He had a gun.
Escalating on you, werent they? said Carey. His voice was savage. So what did you do then?
I was in the car by the time I saw the gun and I got out of there fast and
And did a Steve McQueen through the Spiralen, roared through Drammen like an express train and butted a copper in the arse.
Yes, said Denison simply. That about wraps it up.
I should think it does, said Carey. He was silent for a while, then he said, Regardless of the improbability of all this, Id still like to know why you went to Drammen in the first place, and why you took the trouble to shake off any followers before leaving Oslo.
Shake off followers, said Denison blankly. I didnt know I was being followed.
You know now. It was for your own protection. But my man says hes never seen such an expert job of shaking a tail in his life. You were up to all the tricks. You nearly succeeded twice, and you did succeed the third time.
I dont know what youre talking about, said Denison. I lost my way a couple of times, thats all.
Carey took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. You lost your way, he breathed. His voice became deep and solemn. Dr Meyrick: can you tell me why you lost your way when you know this area better than your own county of Buckinghamshire? You showed no signs of losing your way when you went to Drammen last week.
Denison took the plunge. Perhaps its because Im not Dr Meyrick.
Carey whispered, What did you say?
SIX
Denison told all of it.
When he had finished Careys expression was a mixture of perturbation and harassment. He heard everything Denison had to say but made no comment; instead, he lifted the telephone, dialled a number, and said, George? Ask Ian to come in here for a minute.
He came from behind the desk and patted Denison on the shoulder. I hope you dont mind waiting for a few minutes. He strode away to intercept the man who had just come in and they held a whispered colloquy before Carey left the room.
He closed the door on the other side and stood for a moment in thought, then he shook his head irritably and went into McCreadys office. McCready looked up, saw Careys expression, and said, Whats the matter?
Our boy has rolled clean off his tiny little rocker, snapped Carey. Thats whats the matter. He started off by telling cock-and-bull stories, but then it got worse much worse.
What did he say?
Carey told him in gruesome detail.
Ten minutes later he said, Discounting a lot of balls about mysterious attackers, something happened up there on top of the Spiralen which knocked Meyrick off his perch. He rubbed his forehead. When they wish these eggheads on us youd think theyd test them for mental stability. What we need now is an alienist.
McCready suppressed a smile. Isnt that rather an old-fashioned term?
Carey glared at him. Old-fashioned and accurate. He stabbed his finger at the office wall. That that thing in there isnt human any more. I tell you, my flesh crawled when I heard what he was saying.
There isnt a chance that hes right, is there? asked McCready diffidently.
No chance at all. I was facing Meyrick at the original briefing in London for two bloody days until I got to hate the sight of his fat face. Its Meyrick, all right.
There is one point that puzzles me, said McCready. When I was with him at the police station in Drammen he didnt speak a word of Norwegian, and yet I understand he knows the language.
He speaks it fluently, said Carey.
And yet Im told that his first words were to the effect that he spoke no Norwegian.
For Gods sake! said Carey. You know the mans history. He was born in Finland and lived there until he was seventeen, when he came to live here in Oslo. When he was twenty-four he moved to England where hes been ever since. Thats twenty-two years. He didnt see a rugby ball until he arrived in England, and Ive studied his dossier and know for a fact that he never boxed in his life.
Then it all fits in with his story that hes not Meyrick. McCready paused for thought. There was a witness at Spiraltoppen who said she saw a gun.
A hysterical waitress, sneered Carey. Wait a minute did you tell Meyrick about that?
I did mention it.
It fits, said Carey. You know, I wouldnt be surprised if the story Meyrick gave to the police wasnt the absolute truth. He was razzled by a few kids out for a joyride in a stolen car and the experience knocked him off his spindle.
And the gun?
You told him about the gun. He seized that and wove it into his fairy tale, and added a few other trimmings such as the knife and the cosh. I think that in the Spiralen he felt so bloody helpless that hes invented this story to retain what he thinks is his superiority. At the briefing I assessed him as an arrogant bastard, utterly convinced of his superiority to us lesser mortals. But he wasnt very superior in the Spiralen, was he?
Interesting theory, said McCready. Youd make a good alienist except for one thing. You lack empathy.
I cant stand the man, said Carey bluntly. Hes an overweening, overbearing, supercilious son-of-a-bitch who thinks the sun shines out of his arse. Mr Know-it-all in person and too bloody toplofty by half. He shrugged. But I cant pick and choose the people I work with. Its not in my contract.
What did you say he called himself?
Giles Denison from Hampstead. Hampstead, for Christs sake!
Ill be back in a minute, said McCready. He left the room.
Carey loosened his tie with a jerk and sat biting his thumbnail. He looked up as McCready came back holding a book. What have you got there?
London telephone directory.
Give me that, said Carey, and grabbed it. Lets see Dennis, Dennis, Dennis Dennison. Theres a George and two plain Gs neither in Hampstead. He sat back, looking pleased.
McCready took the book and flipped the pages. After a minute he said, Denison, Giles Hampstead. He spells it with one n.
McCready took the book and flipped the pages. After a minute he said, Denison, Giles Hampstead. He spells it with one n.
Oh, Christ! said Carey, looking stricken. He recovered. Doesnt mean a thing. He picked the name of someone he knows. His daughters boy-friend, perhaps.
Perhaps, said McCready non-committally.
Carey drummed his fingers on the desk. Ill stake my life that this is Meyrick; anything else would be too ridiculous. His fingers were suddenly stilled. Mrs Hansen, he said. Shes been closer to him than anybody. Did she have anything to say?
She reported last night that shed met him. Hed broken a date with her in the morning and excused it by pleading illness. Said hed been in bed all morning.
Had he?
Yes.
Did she notice anything about him anything odd or unusual?
Only that he had a cold and that hed stopped smoking. He said cigarettes tasted like straw.
Carey, a pipe-smoker, grunted. They taste like straw to me without a cold. But he recognised her.
They had a drink and a conversation about morals and religion, she said.
That does it, said Carey. Meyrick is ready to pontificate about anything at the drop of a hat, whether he knows anything about it or not. He rubbed his chin and said grudgingly, Trouble is, he usually talks sense he has a good brain. No, this is Meyrick, and Meyrick is as flabby as a bladder of lard thats why we have to coddle him on this operation. Do you really think that Meyrick could stand up against four men with guns and knives and coshes? The man could hardly break the skin on the top of a custard. Hes gone out of his tiny, scientific mind and his tale of improbable violence is just to save his precious superiority, as I said before.
And what about the operation?
As far as Meyrick is concerned the operation is definitely off, said Carey decisively. And, right now, I dont see how it can be done without him. Ill cable London to that effect as soon as Ive had another talk with him. He paused. Youd better come along, George. Im going to need a witness on this one or else London will have me certified.
They left the office and walked along the corridor. Outside the room where Meyrick was held Carey put his hand on McCreadys arm. Hold yourself in, George. This might be rough.
They found Meyrick still sitting at the desk in brooding silence, ignoring the man he knew only as Ian who sat opposite. Ian looked up at Carey and shrugged eloquently.
Carey stepped forward. Dr Meyrick, Im sorry to
My name is Denison. I told you that. His voice was cold.
Carey softened his tone. All right, Mr Denison; if you prefer it that way. I really think you ought to see a doctor. Im arranging for it.
And about time, said Denison. This is hurting like hell.
What is?
Denison was pulling his sweater from his trousers. This bloody knife wound. Look at it.
Carey and McCready bent to look at the quarter-inch deep slash along Denisons side. It would, Carey estimated, take sixteen stitches to sew it up.
Their heads came up together and they looked at each other with a wild surmise.
SEVEN
Carey paced restlessly up and down McCreadys office. His tie was awry and his hair would have been tousled had it not been so close-cropped because he kept running his hand through it. I still dont believe it, he said. Its too bloody incredible.
He swung on McCready. George, supposing you went to bed tonight, here in Oslo, and woke up tomorrow, say, in a New York hotel, wearing someone elses face. What would be your reaction?
I think Id go crazy, said McCready soberly. He smiled slightly. If I woke up with your face I would go crazy.
Carey ignored the wisecrack. But Denison didnt go crazy, he said meditatively. All things considered, he kept his cool remarkably well.
If he is Denison, remarked McCready. He could be Meyrick and quite insane.
Carey exploded into a rage. For Gods sake! All along youve been arguing that hes Denison; now you turn around and say he could be Meyrick.
McCready eyed him coolly. The role of devils advocate suits me, dont you think? He tapped the desk. Either way, the operation is shot to hell.
Carey sat down heavily. Youre right, of course. But if this is a man called Denison then there are a lot of questions to be answered. But first, what the devil do we do with him?
We cant keep him here, said McCready. For the same reason we didnt keep Meyrick here. The Embassy is like a fishbowl.
Carey cocked his head. Hes been here for over two hours. Thats about normal for a citizen being hauled over the coals for a serious driving offence. You suggest we send him back to the hotel?
Under surveillance. McCready smiled. He says he has a date with a redhead for dinner.
Mrs Hansen, said Carey. Does he know about her?
No.
Keep it that way. Shes to stick close to him. Give her a briefing and ask her to guard him from interference. He could run into some odd situations. And talk to him like a Dutch uncle. Put the fear of God into him so that he stays in the hotel. I dont want him wandering around loose.
Carey drew a sheet of paper towards him and scribbled on it. The next thing we want are doctors tame ones who will ask the questions we want asked and no others. A plastic surgeon and he smiled at McCready bleakly and an alienist. The problem must be decided one way or the other.
We cant wait until they arrive, said McCready.
Agreed, said Carey. Well work on the assumption that a substitution has been made that this man is Denison. We know when the substitution was made in the early hours of yesterday morning. Denison was brought in how?
On a stretcher he must have been unconscious.
Right! said Carey. A hospital patient in transit under the supervision of a trained nurse and probably a doctor. And theyd have taken a room on the same floor as Meyrick. The switch was made and Meyrick taken out yesterday morning probably in an ambulance at the back entrance of the hotel by arrangement with the management. Hotels dont like stretchers being paraded through the front lobby.
Ill get on to it, said McCready. It might be an idea to check on all the people who booked in on the previous day, regardless of the floor they stayed on. I dont think this was a two man job.
I dont, either. And you check the comings and goings for the past week somebody must have been watching Meyrick for a long time.
Thats a hell of a big job, objected McCready. Do we get the co-operation of the Norwegians?
Carey pondered. At this time no. We keep it under wraps.
McCreadys face took on a sad look at the thought of all the legwork he was going to have to do. Carey tilted his chair back. And then theres the other end to be checked the London end. Why Giles Denison of Hampstead? His chair came down with a thump. Hasnt it struck you that Denison has been very unforthcoming?