I wouldnt mind betting that hed rather you didnt know. Besides, it could be anywhereLondon, Madrid, Timbuktu!
You think so?
All you need these days is a coded mobile, and you can cover the world.
HAROLD WAS RIGHT, of course, for the Master did move frequently, for obvious reasons. At that moment he was living in Paris on a furnished barge next to the other barges moored on the Quai des Brumes on the Seine.
The Master thought the business with the Moons had gone well. Despite a certain criminal cunning on their part, they had missed the fact that he had taken complete control of them. Theyd sold their souls to the Devil, which amused him. Just like Faust. Life was all about power.
Things had gone well so far, and he could proceed with confidence to the next step, but there was always the unexpected in lifethered just been a death in the family of the other people relevant to his plans. For the moment, he hesitated, waiting for God to select the right time to move for, as in all things, there was only one God and Osama was his Prophet.
But he decided the time was now, and he took out his coded mobile and made a call to Drumore House in County Down in Ulster, still the old family home, in spite of a certain decay, of the Magee family.
Finbar Magee, seated at the breakfast table in the farms kitchen, pushed away his plate and reached for the half glass of whiskey that his cousin Eli had shoved over to him.
Who the hell is bothering me now? Finbar said, taking out his mobile and putting it on speaker.
Eli, white haired and bearded, was pouring tea. Answer it, for Gods sake.
Finbar did. Who the hell is this? Im not in the best of moods.
Well, you wouldnt be, the Master told him. Ive heard about the accident that killed your wife. Youre being treated very unfairly. Come to London, and Ill help make it right.
That takes bloody money, ye madman, Finbar shouted.
Which is why Ive placed twenty thousand pounds in your bank account for traveling expenses.
Damn you, Ive no time for jokes. Finbar switched off. Did you hear that idiot?
I did, but I didnt hear you calling the bank to check the situation, Eli said.
Finbar stared at him, frowning, then did just that. Minutes later, he was staring wild-eyed at Eli. Its true. The moneys been deposited.
Then youll have to hope he calls back.
In the same moment, the Master did. Are you happy now?
Why should I be? Finbar said. But how do you know about the accident, and why should it concern you?
I represent an organization that has had problems with a certain General Charles Ferguson and some people who work for him, including an IRA assassin named Sean Dillon.
That bastard! Finbar slammed his clenched fist down on the table. May he die before I do, so Ill have the satisfaction of knowing hes dead.
I can imagine. I also know about the unfortunate business concerning your sons some years ago when he left one of your boys crippled for life. Hes given you a very rough time.
Too bloody true, Finbar said, and shook his head. How do you know so much?
Because I represent the most powerful organization of its kind in the world, al-Qaeda. Our access to information is limitless, and the money I have given you is just the beginning. I know youve got your phone on speakerthis concerns your cousin Eli as well.
And if I say no? Finbar asked.
That would prove how stupid you are, and I would have to arrange for your disposal.
Finbar laughed harshly. Well, we cant have that. Im in, and that includes Eli.
I knew you were a sensible man. Who knows, we might even solve the mystery of the Maria Blanco and its cargo.
You know about that, do you? Twenty-five million pounds in gold bars when it was taken. God knows how much that would be worth today.
A lot, the Master said. It could have kept the IRA going for years, and they let it slip through their fingers.
I think it was Dillon, the bastard. Could it have been?
Supposedly, he was in the deserts of Algeria at the time training new recruits for the IRA. But you never know for sure with a man like Sean Dillon.
So what do I do now?
Get yourself to London, and Ill be in touch. But remember that you belong to us now. It would be unfortunate if you forgot.
The Master was gone in a moment, and Eli said, What was all that?
It was about us being in the money again, so happy days, old son. Im on my way to London.
AT THE SAME TIME, Sean Dillon was driving his Mini into the Holland Park safe house in response to Ropers call about the arrival of a new Master and Fergusons suggestion of a breakfast meeting.
He went straight to the computer room, which was empty, but the sound of voices and laughter sent him through to the canteen, where Maggie Hall had provided breakfast and Tony Doyle was helping her serve it.
Blake was there, and Sara had brought Dillons cousin Hannah, and Harry and Billy Salter arrived, both in black tracksuits. Hannah was young, only nineteen, but she had grown up in an IRA family and knew how to handle a gun. She was also studying at the Royal College of Music, but Dillon worried sometimes that she was just a little too attracted to the outlaw life.
As for the Salters, they were gangsters who had discovered they could make millions legitimately in London these daysand young Billy had even gone so legit, hed joined MI5.
Turnup for the books, this, but the smell of your cooking always drives me potty, so lets get to it, Maggie, Harry Salter said.
They all started to eat, and Blake asked, So what does everyone think about another Master on the scene?
Id like to shoot the bastard, Harry said, with feeling.
You can hear a recording of him in the computer room, Roper said. Whats your take on all this, Billy?
As long as I have room for a pistol in my pocket, Ill manage.
And you, Sean? Sara asked.
Well, it isnt Afghanistan, where you won your medals, Sara, more like Belfast City during the Troubles, and I survived that.
There was a somber moment as if no one knew what to say, and then came the sound of a car arriving outside, where it had started to rain. A moment later, Henry Frankel, the cabinet secretary, walked in, a navy blue trench coat draped over his shoulders.
He kissed Harry on the head. Restore me to sanity, you old devil. No matter how well I do my job, its hell down there: Sunni or Shia, ISIS or ISIL, what is Hamas up to now, what is Iran going to do, will Yemen survive, is Palestine going to blow up again? He threw up his arms.
Take it easy, Henry, Roper said. Youll give yourself a heart attack.
Giles, I may be cabinet secretary, but Im just another bloody civil servant, a kind of superior office boy, passing to the Prime Minister news about whats going on in the wider world and it aint good. Terrorism is creating havoc everywhere, were facing one war after another, and it all looks as if it could get worse. Our most senior politicians are beginning to feel that they cant cope. Take the people I just left. There was Sir Charles Glynn, Director General of MI5; Ferguson representing your lot; the home secretary; the man from Scotland Yard; Uncle Tom Cobley, I swear; and we mustnt forget Jake Cazalet.
So where is this tirade leading us? Roper asked.
Jake Cazalet walked in at that moment and answered. They dont know what to do anymore, except to allow you people to shoot what we hope are the villains. The news that al-Qaeda has raised its head again in the shape of a new Master went down like a lead weight considering that the last one was barely dead.
I imagine it would, Blake said.
Sara turned to Frankel. Have a decent breakfast, Henry, and remember what Somerset Maugham said. To dine well in England its necessary to have breakfast three times a day.
Henry laughed. Ah, you always find a way to cheer me up. I shall follow your advice religiously.
So whats Ferguson up to at the moment? Still at Downing Street? Dillon asked.
Ministry of Defence. An ad hoc committee with interested parties discussing how to keep things from getting out of hand.
Why arent you on it? Good God, Jake, with your experience as a soldier and president.
Dont worry, the Prime Minister has made me a special advisor. Ill find excuses to avoid going back to Washington, wont I, Blake?
Thatll be the day, Harry said. So we really do have to stay close?
Within reason.
We do have the Dark Man to open, but I suppose young Hasim can manage in a pinch. Hes shown a lot of promise, that boy, and Dora thinks the world of him.
Then theres things to be done at Harrys Place, Billy said.
Have you got a wedding or something? Sara asked.
One or two things, thats all, but stuff needs organizing. We can get back here soon enough if you have a problem.
Well, I do, Dillon said. I just heard yesterday that a dear friend of mine has been killed in a car crash on a visit to Ulster. A drunken driver was responsible. I need to pay my respects to the family, so Ill have to go out for a while.
No problem, Roper said.
Dillon nodded, staring into space, and Hannah said gently, Is it help you need?
There were others listening, as Dillon said, And you the girl to see it. When I came to live in Kilburn with my father, my mother being dead, our next-door neighbors were Finbar and Eileen Magee, her the kindest woman I ever knew, him a drunken, unpleasant swine, a con man and petty criminal who had been to prison often.
So what did all that lead to?
Twin boys named Tad and Larry, who attended the same school I had, though twelve years later.
So what went wrong? Sara asked. Something obviously did.
The Magees, like me, came from County Down, had been a family of substance in earlier times, and they owned a farmstead above Drumore Bay. A cousin, Eli Magee, farmed it for them and ran a big old launch named the Maria Blanco from the jetty below in the bay.
Was Finbar IRA?
They wouldnt have him. He was a braggart who claimed to be IRA to his sons and encouraged them to visit, which Eileen didnt want because there was bloodshed and war over there. There were lots of guys like him, claiming a false glory when all they were doing was driving a truck by night, hauling groceries to supermarkets, booze to pubs, and delivering orders from the chief of staff on the way to local commanders.
Backed by documents that would satisfy the police? Sara said. If they were stopped?
Of course, but carrying a weapon was out because of the danger of police searches. He shrugged. It was a kind of IRA postal service delivering mail to its troops.
And you would know, said Hannah.
Of course, Im the fella whod dumped a promising career at the National Theatre two years earlier because his father, in Belfast for a family funeral, stumbled into a firefight between paratroops and an angry mob, and was shot by mistake. It was the Provisional IRA for me, the Provos, next stop, and Id have thought youd agree with that, Hannah, after what happened to you and your parents.
Nobody could understand more, Sean, and a hell of a choice to have to make.
Sara said, But what did Eileen think of Finbars persuading his sons to visit him in bandit country?
Her worst nightmare came true because the RUC began sniffing around Finbar, the man with the sons from London who kept visiting him.
Id have been surprised if they hadnt. What did it lead to?
He produced a Browning handgun from his pocket one night just to give himself the right kind of macho image, drunk as usual. Refused to stop for a police car, crashed in the chase.
Hannah said, So ten years in the Maze Prison?
No, because he was drunk, he had a problem handling his gun, and the police opened fire.
They shot the bastard? Hannah said.
No, but they did hit Larry Magee twice, one in the right leg, the other in the back, a legal response to attack, but as the police had done the shooting, it was an awkward one. They solved it for the moment by dropping the boys off at the local cottage hospital.
So obviously Finbar was arrested, Sara said.
Of course, but the doctors at the hospital, knowing which side their bread was buttered on, but not what to do with Larry, approached the IRA chief of staff for County Down, Hugh Tulley, who sent a top enforcer to clear things up, which he did.
Would that happen to have been you? Hannah asked.
Sara cut in. What did you do?
The IRA had plenty of money in those days, plus the right connections. I stole the boys from hospital one night, drove them to the home of a good friend, who flew us out to a small airfield in Kent. Using our connections, Id been able to arrange a discreet private hospital to receive a young man whod been in a car crash abroad, back injured, leg broken.
Very clever, Hannah said. So Ulster, the gunplay, never happened?
And Eileen? Sara asked.
Forever grateful.
Which only leaves Finbar, Hannah said. What happened to him?
Nothing, Dillon said. The RUC never brought a charge. They found him too useful as an informer.
The bastard, Hannah said.
Yes, he was and still is. Roper smiled. But at least it leaves us with Captain Wonderful here, who rights all wrongs.
Not really, Larry was crippled for life, Dillon said. But at least Eileen got her boys back home.
Billy cut in. All these years, Dillon, and you never mentioned you knew the Magees. He appealed to Hannah. They were the most famous gangsters in London when they were active.
Gangsters? Hannah was astounded.
Harry said, Hes right, Hannah. Only the best for them. Suits from Savile Row, shoes from Lobbs, one of the nicest houses in Curzon Street, not too far from the Dorchester, which youve got to admit is rather convenient. The Green Harp near Shepherd Market, one of the best gaming clubs in London, with Tara Place on the upper floor specializing in Irish cooking.
Which I havent sampled since the improvements, Dillon said. But intend to.
What a story, Dillon, youre always full of surprises. Come on, Billy, weve got work to do, Harry told him.
Billy stood up, and said, And Finbar, whats happened to him?
Eileen was over in Ulster to discuss legal matters concerning the Magee farm, where hed been living for years. He picked her up at the railway station, drunk as usual, had one of his crashes, and managed to kill his wife. Cuts and bruises where he was concerned, but it appears hell walk free.