Authors: Evelyn Anthony
âWhen will that be?' Harrington couldn't hide the shrill eagerness in his voice. Out. He was getting out of the Scrubs where he couldn't possibly be sprung.⦠Shropwith Open Prison. He felt like laughing out loud.
âYou'll go up at the end of the week,' the governor said. âBy the way, you'll have your visitor Mr Wood this evening. We let him know you'd be leaving and he asked if he could make a special trip in to see you.'
âYes,' Harrington beamed at him. âYes, I'll miss him too. Thank you again, sir.'
He was taken out and the governor paused for a moment before starting on his daily report books from the four cell blocks. Strange that a man of Harrington's type should have turned traitor. Not at all the fanatic. Rather a simple man, peaceable, clever with his hands. Perhaps he really had gone through a change of heart during the last six years. He hoped so; he hoped that in some small way, he had been responsible for setting him straight.
âI shall be sorry to lose you,' Stephen Wood said. âI've enjoyed our visits.'
âSo have I,' Harrington said loudly, for the benefit of anyone who might be passing the cell door. âStill, Shropwith isn't that far. Maybe you could come up one day.'
âI don't know.' Woods shook his head. âIt's a fair old journey. I'd have to see. I brought you the new David Niven â made me laugh like a drain when I read it.'
âThanks.' Harrington took it from him, flipped open the title page, and his jaw went slack for a moment. âOur friends have arranged the move. You will be collected.'
âYou haven't read it, have you?' Wood asked anxiously.
âNo, no, I haven't. But there's not much point in your lending it to me because I'll be leaving in a couple of days' time. I expect they have woodwork at this new place. I'll make you something, just to remind you of the last few years.'
âIt's supposed to be very good,' Stephen Wood said seriously. âIf you settle in as well there as you've done here, you'll be considered for parole. That's what I hear about it. So you may not have to stick out the whole sentence. That's something to hope for, anyway.'
âIt certainly is,' Harrington said. There were times when he listened to that rather unctuous voice saying the right things, and wondered whether he was imagining the books and their messages. At that last moment he stared directly into Wood's brown eyes, beaming a communication at him. Come on, for Christ's sake. Look at me, we both know what you are. Nobody can see, if you just
look
. There was no response. Nothing changed; the dull face didn't alter in expression, the eyes didn't blink, and the annoying voice went on talking.
âI don't know who I'll be seeing instead of you. I hope it's a pleasant chap. Personally I've enjoyed our weekly chats. Well, I suppose I'd better be on my way. I'll say
bon voyage
then, and good luck.' He held out his hand and Peter shook it. Every cliché in the English language except God is love and gentlemen please adjust your dress before leaving. Churchill had said that about one of Attlee's speeches. He ought to have listened to Stephen Wood for the last four years â¦
bon voyage
. Oh, Jesus Christ ⦠he was actually laughing as Wood was let out of the cell. Over his shoulder, Wood looked back at him with disapproval. Then the door closed and locked, and Harrington was alone. He laughed till the tears stung in his eyes.
âColin â he's gone! He's been moved!' Davina shouted through from the bedroom. She still had the phone in her hand, although the connection had rung off. He came quickly to the door.
âWhat? Moved where?'
âTo Shropwith Open Prison,' Davina said. âI've just spoken to the governor!'
âWait a minute,' Lomax said slowly. âWait a minute, this doesn't make sense â you told Grant you couldn't find out anything. The whole thing was washed out so far as he knew. Harrington the same. For Christ's sake, why would he be moved now?'
âHumphrey must have set it in motion,' she said at last. âThe Home Office just went ahead. That must be it. But it isn't, is it? He never said a word about moving Harrington from the Scrubs! But somebody arranged it. Somebody's got Harrington out of the top-security prison and into an open one. And that means one thing. He's going to be got out.'
Lomax came and sat on the bed beside her. âBefore he can talk,' he said quietly. âHumphrey was the only one who knew you were seeing him.'
âHow do we know that?' she countered. âWe can't be sure of anything. The files were doctored. Now Harrington's moved so he can be lifted out. That's what is going to happen, isn't it, Colin? He'll disappear, and we've lost our best chance of finding who this rotten bastard really is. We've got to do something!'
âYes,' he said quietly, âwe have. And pretty quickly.'
âColin,' she said, âI know that look on your face â I know what you're thinking. It wouldn't work!'
âI think it would,' he said. âIf Harrington's going to be lifted, then we're going to do the lifting. Or rather I am. Before the opposition gets there first. There's no other way. And you know it.'
âIt's the risk.' Davina looked at him. âThe risk to you. And the idea of doing something like this without official back-up â' She hesitated and then said simply, âWe're breaking the law, and I don't like it.'
âListen, darling.' He reached out and held her hand. âWe talked this over before we saw Harrington, didn't we? And we agreed then that if you were going to find this traitor, you couldn't work with anyone. You can't trust anyone. You realized that yourself after you found those files had been doctored. The very man who sent you in to look at them could be responsible. Or your own brother-in-law. Or the head of the whole damn organization. It's an impossible position. The only way to do it is this way.'
âTo break Harrington out ourselves? Colin, if it goes wrong, we'll go to prison for the maximum sentence!'
âYou won't,' he said quietly. âYou're having no part in any jail break. Your job is to use your brains, my love. I'll be the brawn. There won't be any problem.' He squeezed her hand. âYou want to find him, don't you? You don't want to give up?'
âYou know I don't!'
âThen stop worrying about my end of it.'
Davina said, âYou're going to enjoy this, aren't you?'
âI suppose so,' he admitted. âI've been out to pasture long enough. I could do with a bit of excitement.'
âGod help us.' She shook her head. âAre you going to tell me how you're going to do it?'
âNo, I'm not,' he said firmly. âThe less you know the better.' He saw the expression on her face and smiled. âYou'll have to sit back and be the little woman waiting at home till it's done!'
âYou really are the worst kind of macho idiot,' she said. âThank God.'
It was a noisy pub. Colin pushed his way through the crowd at the bar and ordered two whiskies. The atmosphere was thick with smoke and body heat; a juke box was playing in the corner, and he had to squeeze between the little tables to reach the one nearest the door and farthest from the crowd of people standing at the bar.
âThanks,' the man said, taking the drink from him. He was older than Lomax; thick-necked and heavy-set, with cropped dark hair and a nose that had been broken at some time. It had taken Colin several telephone calls to old comrades retired from the regiment to find him. His name was Fraser, and he had reached the rank of captain before he left the Army and set up his own business.
âLong time,' he remarked to Lomax. âNearly three years, isn't it?'
âFour,' Lomax corrected him. âYou left just after we went to Ireland.'
âBloody right, too,' Fraser grinned. âIt wasn't too healthy for you, old friend. You got through all right though.'
âUp to a point,' Lomax said. âOff I went into civilian life and got into more trouble than I ever did in the regiment.'
âWhat sort of trouble?' Fraser asked the question quietly.
âLegitimate trouble,' Colin answered. âI'm still in it. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. First, drink up, and tell me how it's going.'
âI've got a good business,' Fraser said. âAnd a very good staff. All top-class men, absolutely straight; they have to be, as you'll appreciate.'
âThe bloody world's gone mad,' Lomax remarked. âMugging, kidnapping; in the old days the burglar ran away if anyone disturbed him. Now he bashes you on the head with an iron bar. Do you do any banks, or just private businesses?'
âJewellers mostly,' Fraser answered. âHatton Garden. My chaps escort the buyers to and from the office and on the monthly buying expeditions to the Diamond Corporation. We drive the cars and if anyone's got a valuable consignment coming in, we stick with them till they leave the office and see them home. One poor devil last year found a couple of heavy types waiting for him in his flat. They'd tied up his wife and daughter and they grabbed him and got the keys of his office and the safe. And
then
they beat the hell out of him just for fun!'
Lomax scowled. âIt makes me boil when I read some of the things that happen. Old women, kids, anyone who can't stand up for themselves is fair game. By Christ, if I were a magistrate â'
Fraser grinned. âYou'd go easy on probation,' he said. âThat was my biggest headache when I started the business. I had to be sure of every man. A few no-goods slipped into the security firms when they first started. There were big pickings for inside information. They got weeded out pretty quickly, but not before there'd been some big robberies and a Securicor man put in hospital with bloody awful head injuries. This kind of job is all personal. One man looking out for a man and his family. They've got to feel involved, because it's people, not just money they're protecting.' He leaned forward. âMost of them are from the regiment.'
âThat's what I hoped,' Lomax said quietly. âI need help.'
âWhat kind of help?'
âI need three top-class men, in combat condition.'
Fraser finished the last of his whisky. âWhat does “legitimate” trouble mean? I've got to know that before I listen to any more.'
âGovernment service,' Colin answered. âThe civilian branch of what we used to do.'
âThen why come to me for recruits?' Fraser was watching him warily. Major Colin Lomax, George Cross. Invalided out of the Army after a booby-trap bomb in Northern Ireland. Even men with that kind of record could go wrong.
âBecause I have to get a man out of jail,' Colin answered. âAnd it can't be official. Or traced back to the department.'
Fraser half pushed his chair back. âDoesn't sound like my sort of job. You'll have to try someone else.'
âYou don't trust me?'
âI didn't say that. I don't like the idea, that's all.'
âThere isn't any money in it,' Lomax said quietly.
âWouldn't make any difference if there were,' Fraser said bluntly. âI run a respectable, registered security service. We're not bloody mercenaries for hire. Sorry, Colin. Not interested.' He prepared to get up when Lomax reached over and put a small brown plastic card face down on the table. Fraser hesitated, then picked it up and turned it over.
âYou'll remember those,' Lomax said. âI told you, it was legitimate.'
Fraser passed it back to him. The bearer of those special ID cards was entitled to help from any member of the armed services or the Diplomatic Corps. They were rarely used.
Fraser said slowly, âI'm sorry, Colin. But I had to be sure.'
Lomax grinned, putting the card away. âToo right. You can get the next round.'
âIt'll be a pleasure,' Fraser said. He came back with their drinks and said, âI've got just the men in mind. You know two of them. Both sergeants; Hicks and Sutton â remember them?'
âI do,' Lomax answered. âWhy did they leave? They were good types.'
âGot married,' Fraser said. âIt's not an outfit for married men. They've worked for me since I started. There's another lad, ex-Marine Commando. Simpson. He'd do for you. How much can you tell me, or is it an in-and-out job, no explanations?'
âI can tell you where the prison is, but that's all. Shropwith Open Prison. In Lancashire, five miles outside Shropwith.'
âThat'll do. How long will you want my blokes?'
âFrom the 18th to the 20th. I'll come in on Wednesday and see them, if that's all right with you. You brief them first, and say as little as you can get away with. I'll tell them the details of the job when we go up there.'
âThat's fine,' Fraser said. âThey won't let you down. And don't you bloody well drop them in it, either!'
â“Who dares, wins.”' Lomax raised his glass and they drank together to the motto of their regiment.
4
âDavina? Listen, I'm just around the corner from you â why don't we have lunch?'
She was caught unprepared by Charlie's telephone call. To her surprise Walden had deluged her with work as soon as she started what should have been her last week at the agency. He had breezed in and out of his office, refusing to discuss her resignation, and because there was nothing for Davina to do while Lomax was in the north, she let him win the preliminary round, and concentrated on her work. She hesitated, and then said, âYes, why not â where shall we meet?'
âI'll collect you,' Charlie said promptly. âI'll be round at one.'
Davina didn't want to go out to lunch with her sister. She was not, as she described it, a âlunch person'; it seemed a waste of time when there was work to do, and she begrudged the expense of the average restaurant with its indifferent food, noise and high prices. But she didn't want to seem offhand with Charlie. From being bitter enemies they had become friends at last, and Davina valued this. They had nothing in common but they were sisters, and a curious affection had grown up between them since Charlie had married and Davina found her own happiness. She hadn't seen Charlie since the evening they had gone to the Kidsons for dinner.