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FLOODGATE by ALISTAIR MACLEAN

I am a member of a highly organized team. But, as you must well know, the

best-laid plans etc. An unfortunate accident. I can explain to your

satisfaction. But not just at this moment. Will you accept our offer?’

‘You haven’t made one yet.’

‘Will you accept an offer of a job in our organization, on, if you wish, a

permanent basis, on what I think you’ll find a very satisfactory salary

plus commission basis, your special rcsponsibility being the demolition of

certain structures, those structures to be specified at a later date.’

‘Sounds very businesslike. And I like the idea of commissions, whatever

they may be. I agree. When do I start and what do I start on?’

‘You’ll have to bear with me a little, Mr Danilov. My brief for this

afternoon is only of a limited nature – to find out, if, in principle, you

are prepared to work with us, which I’m glad to say you seem to be. I have

to report back. You will be contacted very shortly, sometime tomorrow, I’m

sure.’

‘You are not the leader of this organization?’

‘No.’

‘You surprise me. A man like you acting as a licutenant -well, this leader

I must meet.’

‘You shall, I promise.’

‘How will you contact me? No phones, please.’

‘Certainly not. You will be our courier, Vasco?’

‘My pleasure, Mr Agnelli. You know where to reach me any time.’

‘Thank you.’ Agnelli stood up and gave his hand to van Effcn. ‘A pleasure,

Mr Danilov. I look forward to meeting you

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tomorrow.’ Helmut Paderiwski didn’t offer to shake hands.

As the door closed behind them, Sergeant Westenbrink said: ‘I need

another beer, Lieutenant.’

‘Peter. Always Peter.’

‘Sorry. Thatwas pretty close. The ice was very thin at times.’

‘Not for a practised liar. I rather gather that you’ve given them the

impression that I’m a desperate and wanted criminal?’

‘I did mention that there was the odd extradition warrant out for you.

But I didn’t forget to emphasize your generally upright and honest

nature. When dealing with your fellow crLminals, of course.’

‘Of course. Before you get the beer, I have a phone call to make. Well,

get it anyway.’

Van Effen went to the bar and said to the man behind it, ‘Henri, a

private call, if I may.’

Henri, the proprietor, was a tali’, gaunt man, sallow of countenance and

lugubrious of expression. ‘You in trouble again, Peter?’

‘No. I hope someone else will be, soon.’

Van Effen went into the office and dialled a number. ‘Trianon? The

manager, please. I don’t care if he is in conference, call him. It’s

Lieutenant van Effen.’ He hung on for a few moments. ‘Charles? Do me a

favour. Book me in as from a fortnight ago. Enter it in the book, will

you, in the name of Stephan Danilov. And would you notify the

receptionist and doorman. Yes, I expect people to be enquiring. just tell

them. Many thanks. I’ll explain when I see you.’

He returned to the booth. ‘Just booked myself – Stephan Danilov, that is

– into an hotel. Agnelli pointedly did not mention anything about where

I might be staying but you can be sure that he’ll have one of his men on

the phone for the next couple of hours if need be, trying to locate me

in every hotel or pension in the city.’

‘So he’ll know where you are – or where you’re supposed to be.’Vasco

sighed. ‘It would help if we knew where they were.’

‘Should know soon enough. There’s been two separate tails on them ever

since they left the Hunter’s Horn.’

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Van Effen, appearance returned to normal, asked the girl at the

Telegraph’s reception desk for the sub-editor who had taken the FFF’s

first telephone message. This turned out to be a freshfaced and very eager

young man.

‘Mr Morelis?’ van Effen said. ‘Police.’

‘Yes, sir. Lieutenant van Effen, isn’t it? I’ve been expecting you.

You’ll be wanting to hear the tapes? Maybe I should tell you first that

we’ve just had another message from the FFF, as they call themselves.’

‘Have you now? I suppose I should say “The devil you have” but I’m not

surprised. It was inevitable. Happy tidings, of course.’

‘Hardly. The first half of the message was given over to congratulating

themselves on the Texel job, how it had happened precisely as they had

predicted and with no loss of life: the second half said there would be

scenes of considerable activity on the North Holland canal, two

kilometres north of Alkrnaar at nine o’clock tomorrow morning.’

‘T hat, too, was inevitable. Not the location, of course. just the

threat. You’ve taped that, too?’

‘Yes.

-rhat was well done. May I hear them?’

Van Effen heard them, twice over. When they were finished he said to

Morelis: ‘You’ve listened to those, of course?’

‘Too often.’ Morelis smiled. ‘Fancied myself as a detective, thought

maybe you would give me a job but I’ve come to the conclusion that

there’s more to this detecting business than meets the eye.’

‘Nothing struck you as odd about any of the tapes?’

‘They were all made by the same woman. But that’s no help.’

‘Nothing odd about accents, tones? No nuances that struck you as

unusual?’

‘No, sir. But I’m no judge. I’m slightly hard of hearing, nothing

serious, but enough to blunt my judgment, assuming I had any. Mean

anything to you, Lieutenant?’

‘The lady is a foreigner. What country I’ve no idea. Don’t mention that

around.’

‘No, sir. I rather like being a sub-editor.’

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‘We are not in Moscow, young man. Put those tapes in a bag for me. I’ll

let you have them back in a day or two.’

Back in his office, van Effen asked to see the duty sergeant. When he

arrived van Effen said: ‘A few hours ago I asked for a couple of men to

be put on a Fred Kiassen and Alfred van Rees. Did you know about this, and

if you did, do you know who the two men were?’

‘I knew, sir. Detective Voight and Detective Tindeman.’

‘Good. Either of them called in?’

‘Both. Less than twenty minutes ago. Tindeman says van Rees is at home

and seems to have settled in for the evening. Klassen is still on duty

at the airport or, at least, he’s still at the airport. So, nothing yet,

sir.’

Van Effen looked at his watch. ‘I’m leaving now. If you get any word from

either, a positive not negative report, call me at the Dikker en Thijs.

After nine, call me at horne.’

Colonel van cle Graaf came from a very old, very aristocratic and very

wealthy family and was a great stickler for tradition, so it came as no

surprise to van Effen when he approached their table wearing dinner

jacket, black tie and red carnation. His approach bore all the elements

of a royal progress: he seemed to greet everyone, stopped to speak

occasionally and waved graciously at those tables not directly in his

path. It was said of de Graaf that he knew everybody who was anybody in

the city of Amsterdam: he certainly seemed to know everybody in the Dikker

en Thijs. Four paces away from van Effen’s table he stopped abruptly as

if he had been transfixed: but, in fact, it was his eyes that were doing

the transfixing.

That the girl who had risen from the table with van Effen to greet de

Graaf had this momentarily paralysing effect not only on de Graaf but on

a wide cross-section of the males of Amsterdam and beyond was

understandable. She was of medium height, wore a rather more than

well-filled anklelength grey silk gown and no jewellery whatsoever.

Jewellery would have been superfluous and no one would have paid any

attention to it anyway: what caught and held the attention, as it

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had caught the riveted attention of the momentarily benumbed Colonel, was

the flawless classical perfection of the features, a perfection only

enhanced, if this were possible, by a slightly crooked eye-tooth which was

visible when she smiled, which seemed to be most of the time. This was no

simpering and empty-headed would-be Miss Universe contender, churned out

with repetitive monotony by a Californian-style production line. The finely

chiselled feattires and delicately formed bone structure served only to

emphasize the character and intelligence they served only to highlight. She

had gleaming auburn hair, great hazel eyes and a bewitching smile. It had,

at any rate, bewitched the Colonel. Van Effen cleared his throat.

‘Colonel van de Graaf. May I introduce Miss Meijer. Miss Anne Meijer.’

‘My pleasure, my pleasure.’ De Graaf grabbed her outstretched hand in both

of his and shook it vigorously. ‘My word, my boy, you are to be

congratulated: where did you find this entrancing creature?’

‘There’s nothing to it really, sir. You just go out into the darkened

streets of Amsterdam, stretch out your hands and

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