Santorini (20 page)

'We're nearly there,' Captain Montgomery said. 'We'll stop hoisting  --  in this case more lifting from below than hoisting  --  when the water-level drops below the floor of the cabin. That way we won't get our feet wet when we go inside.'

Talbot looked over the side to where a man, torch in his hand pointing downwards, sat with his legs dangling through the rectangular hole that had been cut in the fuselage.

'We're going to get a lot more than our feet wet before we get there. We've got to pass first through the compartment under the flight deck and that will still have a great deal of water in it.'

'I don't understand,' Montgomery said. 'I mean we don't have to. We just drop down through the hole we've made in the fuselage.'

'That's fine, if all we want to do is to confine ourselves to the cargo hold. But you can't get into the flight deck from there. There's a heavy steel door in the bulkhead and the clamps are secured on the for'ard side. So if we want to get

at those clamps you have to do it from the flight-deck side, and to do that you must pass through the flooded compartment first.'

'Why should we want to open that door at all?'

'Because the clamps holding the atom bomb in place have padlocks. Where is one of the first places you'd look if you were searching for a key to the padlocks?'

'Ah! Of course. The pockets of the dead men.'

'Enough, Captain,' the man on the fuselage called out. 'Deck's clear.'

Montgomery centred the winch and applied the brake, then checked the fore and aft securing ropes. When he had them adjusted to his satisfaction he said: 'Won't be long, gentleman, just going to have a first-hand look.'

'Van Gelder and I are coming with you. We've brought our suits.' Talbot checked the level of the top of the jagged hole in the nose cone relative to the surface of the sea. 'I don't think we'll be needing our helmets.'

They did not, as it proved, require their helmets, the compartment under the flight-deck was no more than two-thirds full. They moved along to the opened hatch and hauled themselves up into the space behind the pilots' seats. Montgomery looked at the two dead men and screwed his ryes momentarily shut.

'What a bloody awful mess. And to think that the fiend responsible is still walking around free as air.'

'I don't think he will be for much longer.'

'But you've said yourself you don't have the evidence to convict him.'

'Andropulos will never come to trial. Vincent, would you bang open that door and show Captain Montgomery where our friend is.'

'No banging. Maybe our friend doesn't like banging.' Van Gelder produced a large stilson wrench. 'Persuasion. Aren't you coming, sir?'

'In a moment.' They left and Talbot addressed himself to the highly distasteful task of searching through the dead men's pockets. He found nothing. He searched through every shelf, locker and compartment in the cockpit. Again, nothing. He moved aft and joined Montgomery and Van Gelder.

'Nothing, sir?'

'Nothing. And nothing I can find anywhere in the flight-deck.'

Montgomery grimaced. 'You were, of course, looking through the pockets of the dead men. Sooner you than me. This is a very big plane, the key  --  if there ever was a key  --  could have been tucked away anywhere. I don't give much for our chances of recovering it. So, other methods. Your Number One suggests a corrosive to cut through those clamps. Wouldn't it be easier just to use an old-fashioned hacksaw?'

'I wouldn't recommend it, sir,' Van Gelder said. 'If you were to try I'd rather be a couple of hundred miles away at the time. I don't know how intelligent this armed listening device is, but I would question whether it's clever enough to tell the difference between the rhythmic rasping of a hacksaw and the pulse of an engine.'

'I agree with Vincent,' Talbot said. 'Even if it were only a one in ten thousand chance  --  and for all we know it might be a one in one chance  --  the risk still isn't worth taking. Lady Luck has been riding with us so far but she might take a poor view of our pushing her too far.'

'So corrosives, you think? I have my doubts.' Montgomery stopped to examine the clamps more closely. 'I should have carried out some preliminary test aboard, I suppose, but I never thought those clamps would be so thick nor made, as I suspect they are, of hardened steel. The only corrosive I have aboard is sulphuric acid. Neat sulphuric, H2SO4 at specific gravity 1800  --  vitriol, if you like  --  is a highly corrosive agent when applied to most substances, which is why it is usually carried in glass carboys which are immune to the corrosive action of acids. But I think it would find this a very meal to digest. Patience and diligence, of course, and i sure it would do the trick, but it might take hours.' Talbot said: 'What do you think, Vincent?' 'I'm no expert. I should imagine Captain Montgomery is quite correct. So, no corrosives, no hacksaws, no oxyacetylene ches.' Van Gelder hoisted the big stilson in his hand. 'This.' Talbot looked at the clamps and their mountings, then added. 'Of course. That. We're not very bright, are we? At least I'm not.' He looked at the way the clamps were secured to the side of the fuselage and the floor: each of the bases of four retaining arms of the clamps was fitted over two ts and were held in place by heavy inch-and-a-half nuts, 'We leave the clamps in situ and free the bases instead. See how stiff those nuts are, will you?'

Van Gelder applied the stilson to one of the nuts, adjusted the grip and heaved. The nut was big and tightly jammed in position but a stilson wrench affords great leverage: the nut turned easily.

'Simple,' Van Gelder said.

'Indeed.' Talbot looked at the length of the retaining arms, which projected at ninety degrees from each other, then aged the width of the hole that had been cut overhead, that's not so simple is getting the bomb up through the With those arms in position there's just not enough clearance for it to go through. We'll have to widen the hole. You can do that, Captain?'

'No bother. Just means that we'll have to lower the fuselage down to its previous position. I'm coming around to Van elder's view about taking zero chances. I want as much water as possible in this compartment to dissipate the heat : the torches. It'll take a couple of hours, maybe longer, to complete the job, but better two or three hours late down here than twenty years early you-know-where.'

Van Gelder said: 'Do I undo those nuts now?' 'No. We're stable enough at the moment. But if the fuselage returns to its previous position of being almost submerged and then the weather blows up - well, I don't think it would be a very clever idea to have an armed atomic mine rolling about all over the shop.' 'I don't think so, either.'

Talbot and Van Gelder were back aboard the Ariadne and having coffee in the deserted wardroom when a seaman from the radio-room entered and handed Talbot a message. Talbot read it and handed it to Van Gelder, who read it twice, then looked at his captain with a certain thoughtful surprise.

'Looks as if I have been casting unjust aspersions on the FBI, sir. It further looks as if they do work at night.'

'Even better, it seems as if they have no compunction about waking others, such as bank managers, in the middle of the night and making them work also. One gathers from the message that Andropulos's mysterious friend George Skepertzis, does know the even more mysterious Kyriakos Katzanevakis and Thomas Thompson.'

'If GS deposits one million dollars each in the accounts o: KK and TT and has given them smaller sums on previous occasions one gathers that they are more than passing acquaintances. Unfortunately, it seems that the one person who could identify them, the bank clerk who handled the accounts of all three men, had been transferred elsewhere. They say that they are pursuing enquiries, whatever that means.'

'It means, I'm certain, that the FBI are going to drag this unfortunate bank clerk from his bed and have him conduct an identity parade.'

'I find it hard, somehow,'to visualize generals and admirals voluntarily consenting to line up for inspection.'

'They won't have to. The FBI or the Pentagon itself is bound to have pictures of them.' Talbot looked out of the window. 'Dawn is definitely in the sky and the rain has eased off to no more than a drizzle  --  I suggest we contact Heraklion Air Base and ask them if they'll kindly go and have a look for the diving ship Taormina.'

Together with the Admiral and the two scientists, Talbot and Van Gelder were just finishing breakfast when a messenger arrived from the Kilcharran. Captain Montgomery, he in-formed them, had just finished enlarging the opening on the sop of the bomber's fuselage, was now about to raise the plane again. Would they care to come across? He had made especial mention of Lieutenant-Commander Van Gelder.

'It's not me he wants,' Van Gelder said. 'It's my trusty stilson wrench. As if he doesn't have a dozen aboard.'

'I wouldn't miss this,' Hawkins said. He looked at Benson and Wickram. 'I'm sure you gentlemen wouldn't want to miss this either. It will, after all, be a historic moment when, for the first time in history, they drop a live atomic mine on the deck of a ship.'

'You have a problem, Captain Montgomery?' the Admiral asked. Montgomery, winch stopped, was leaning over the guard-rail and looking down at the fuselage which had been raised to its previous position with its cargo deck just above die level of the sea. 'You look a mite despondent.'

'I am not looking despondent, Admiral. I am looking thoughtful. The next step is to hoist the bomb from the plane. After that, we have to load it aboard the Angelina. And then the Angelina sails away. Correct?' Hawkins nodded and Montgomery wet his forefinger and held it up. 'To sail away you require wind. Unfortunately and most inconveniently, the Mekemi has died completely.'

'It has, hasn't it?' Hawkins said. 'Most inconsiderate, I must say. Well, if we manage to get the bomb aboard the Angelina without blowing ourselves to smithereens we'll just tow it away.'

'How will we do that, sir?' Van Gelder said.

'The Ariadne's whaler. Not the engine, of course. We row.'

'How do we know that the cunning little brain of this explosive device can differentiate between the repeated creaking of oars and the pulse of an engine? After all, sir, it is primarily an acoustic device.'

'Then we'll go back to the naval days of yore. Muffled oars.'

'But the Angelina displaces between eighty and a hundred tons, sir. Even with the best will and the strongest backs in the world it wouldn't be possible to make as much as one nautical mile in an hour. And that's with men continuously pulling with all their strength. Even the strongest, fittest and most highly trained racing crews  --  Oxford, Cambridge, Thames Tideway - approach complete exhaustion after twenty minutes. Not being Oxbridge Blues, our limit would probably be nearer ten minutes. Half a nautical mile, if we're lucky. And then, of course, the periods between successive onsets of exhaustion would become progressively shorter. Cumulative effects, if you follow me, sir. A quarter of a mile an hour. It's close on a hundred miles to the Kasos Strait. Even assuming they can row night and day, which they can't, and discounting the possibility of heart attacks, it's going to take them at least a fortnight to get to the Kasos Strait.'

'When it comes to comfort and encouragement,' Hawkins said, 'I couldn't ask for a better man to have around. Bubbling over with optimism. Professor Wotherspoon, you live and sail in these parts. What's your opinion?'

'It's been an unusual night, but this is a perfectly normal morning. Zero wind. The Etesian wind  --  the Meltemi as they

it in these parts  --  starts up around about noon. Comes  from the north or north-west.'

'What if the wind comes from the south or south-west Brad?' Van Gelder said. 'It would be impossible for the rowers to make any headway against it. The reverse, rather. Can't you just picture it, the Angelina being driven on to the rocks of Santorini?'

'Job's comforter,' Hawkins said. 'Would it be too much to ask you kindly to cease and desist?'

'Not Job, sir, nor his comforter. I see myself more in the role of Cassandra.'

'Why Cassandra?'

'Beautiful daughter of Priam, King of Troy,' Denholm said. 'The prophecies of the princess, though always correct, were decreed by Apollo never to be believed.'

'I'm not much of a one for Greek mythology,' Montgomery said. 'Had it been a leprechaun or a brownie, now, I might have listened. As it is, we have work to do. Mr Danforth  -- ' to his chief officer ' --  detail half-a-dozen men, a dozen, haul the Angelina round to our port quarter. Once the bomb has been removed we can pull the fuselage for'ard and Angelina can then move for'ard in her turn to take its place.'

Under Montgomery's instructions, the derrick hook was detached from the lifting ring and the derrick itself angled slightly aft until the hook dangled squarely over the centre of rectangular opening that had been cut in the fuselage. Montgomery, Van Gelder and Carrington descended the companionway to the top of the fuselage, Van Gelder with his stilson, Carrington with two adjustable rope grommets to which were attached two slender lengths of line, one eight feet length, the other perhaps four times as long. Van Gelder Carrington lowered themselves into the cargo bay and lipped and secured the grommets over the tapered ends of the mine while Montgomery remained above guiding the winch driver until the lifting fork was located precisely over the centre of the mine. The hook was lowered until it was four feet above the mine.

None of the eight securing clamp nuts offered more than a token resistance to Van Gelder's stilson and as each clamp came free Carrington tightened or loosened the pressure on the two shorter ropes which had been attached to the hook. Within three minutes the atomic mine was free of all restraints that had attached it to the bulkhead and floor of the cargo bay and in less than half that time it had been winched upwards, slowly and with painstaking care, until it was clear of the plane's fuselage. The two longer ropes attached to the grommets were thrown up on to the deck of the Kilcharran, where they were firmly held to ensure that the mine was kept in a position precisely parallel to the hull of the ship.