FLOODGATE by ALISTAIR MACLEAN

variation that’s how they did it. There is no other way.’ Van Effen

looked at de Grad. ‘We’re up against a team of experts and the person

directing them is no clown. They know how to steal boats, they know how

to handle them, they know where to steal drilling equipment, they know

how to use that equipment and they’re obviously at home with explosives.

No wild-eyed, slogan-chanting cranks among this lot: they’re

professionals. I’ve asked head office to notify us immediately if they

receive any complaints from factories, wholesalers or retailers of the

theft of any equipment from the manufacturers or distributors of drilling

equipment. Also to notify us of the theft of any vessels from that area.’

‘And beyond that?’ de Graaf said.

‘Nothing. We have no leads.’

De Graaf nodded and looked down at the paper he held in his hands. ‘That

message from the mysterious FFF. No indication whatsoever as to the

reason behind this threatened – now actual – sabotage. just a warning

that nobody should be at ground level at i x a.m. this morning and that

all planes should be flown out yesterday afternoon or evening to adjacent

airfields as the needless destruction of property formed no part of their

plans. Very considerate of them, I must say. And even more considerate,

Jon, was the phone call you got at nine o’clock this morning urging you

to evacuate all those planes immediately. But, of course, we all knew it

was a hoax, so we paid no attention. Would you recognize that voice

again, Jon?’

‘Not a chance-. It was a woman’s voice, a young woman and speaking in

English. All young women speaking English sound the same to me.’ Fist

clenched, de Jong gently thumped the table before him. ‘They don’t even

hint at the reason for carrying out this – this monstrous action. What

have they

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achieved by this action? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I repeat that any

person or persons who behave in this fashion have to be mentally

unbalanced.’

Van Effen said: ‘I’m sorry, sir, I disagree. I do agree with what the

Colonel said on the roof – they’re almost certainly as sane as any one.

No one who is mentally unbalanced could have carried out this operation.

And they’re not, as I said, wild-eyed terrorists throwing bombs in

crowded market-places. In two separate warnings they did their best to

ensure that neither human lives nor property would be put at risk. That

was not the behaviour of irresponsible peop!e.’

‘And who, then, was responsible for the deaths of the three people who

lost their lives when that Fokker Friendship cartwheeled and crashed on

take-off?’

‘The saboteurs, indirectly. One could equally well say that you were,

also indirectly. It might be argued you might at least have considered

the possibility that the th. reat was not a hoax, taken even the most

remote possibility into account and refused permission for the Fokker to

take off at exactly i i a.m. But that permission was given, personally

I understand, by you. It is as certain as certain can be that the

saboteurs had carefully checked landing and take-off schedules and made

sure that there were no planes either taking off or landing at or near

that time. That Fokker was the private plane of a German industrialist

and was therefore not listed on the scheduled departures. I suggest, Mr

de Jong, that it’s futile to ascribe the blame for those three deaths to

anyone. Sheer bad luck, an unfortunate coincidence in timing, an act of

God, call it what you like. There was nothing planned, nothing

calculated, no motive behind those deaths. It was nobody’s fault.’

De Jong had substituted finger-drumming for table thumping. ‘If those

evil men were as considerate as you say, why didn’t they postpone the

explosion when they saw people boarding the plane?’

‘Because we don’t know that they were in a position to see anything and,

even if they were, they were almost certainly unoble to do anything about

it. Had the explosives been activated by a radio-controlled device, sure,

they could have

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stopped it. But, as I told you, I’m pretty certain it was an electrical

timer and to de-activate that they would have had to assemble a boat,

scuba gear and diver – and all in broad daylight – in a matter of minutes.

In the time available, that would have been impossible.’

There was a faint but unmistakable sheen of sweat on de Jong’s forehead.

‘They could have phoned a warning.’

Van Effen looked at de Jong for a long moment, then said: ‘How much

attention did you pay to the previous warning this morning?’

De Jong made no reply.

‘And you’ve just said that the saboteurs have achieved nothmg, absolutely

nothing, by their action. I know you’re upset, sir, and it seems unfair

to press the point, but can you really be so naive as to believe that?

Tliey’ve already made a considerable achievement. They have achieved the

beginnings of a climate of fear and uncertainty, a climate that can only

worsen with the passing of the hours. If they’ve struck once, apparently

without a blind bit of motivation, are the chances not high that they win

strike again? If they do, when? If they do, where? And, above 0, there’s

the why. What overpowering reason do they have to behave as they do?’He

looked at de Graaf. ‘Soften up the victim but keep him in suspense as to

your purpose in behaving in this fashion. It’s a novel form of blackmail

and I see no reason why it shouldn’t work. I have the strong feeling that

we are going to hear from the FFF in the very near future. Not to state

the reasons for acting as they do, certainly not to make any specific

demands. Dear me, no. Not that. That’s not the way you conduct

psychological warfare. One turns the wheel that stretches the rack very,

very slowly over a calculated period of time. Gives the victim time to

ponder more deeply about the hopelessness of his situation while his

morale sinks lower and lower. At least that’s how I believe they operated

in the Middle Ages – when using the actual instrument, of course.’

De Jong said sourly: ‘You seem to know a lot about the workings of the

criminal mind.’

‘A little.’Van Effen smiled agreeably. ‘I wouldn’t presume to tell you

how to run an airport.’

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‘And what am I to understand from that?’

‘Mr van Effen just means that a cobbler should stick to his last.’ De

Graaf made a placatory gesture with his hand. ‘He’s the author of the now

established text-book on the psychology of the criminal mind. Never read

it myself. So, Peter. You seem sure the FFF will contact us very soon,

but not to tell us about themselves or their objectives. Tell us what?

The where and the when ~ Their next – ah – demonstration?’

‘What else?’

A profound -and rather gloomy silence was ended by the entrance of a

waiter who approached. de Jong. ‘Telephone, sir. Is there a Lieutenant

van Effen here?’

‘Me.’ Van Effen followed the waiter from the canteen and returned within

a minute and addressed himself to de Graaf.

‘Duty sergeant. Apparently two men reported their boats missing some

hours ago. Pleasure boat owners. The sergeant who took their complaint

didn’t think it necessary to notify our department. Quite right, of

course. The boats have now been recovered. One, it would seem, was taken

by force. The boats are in our hands. I told them to take a couple of

finger-print men aboard, return the boats to the owners but not to allow

the owners aboard. If you can spare the time, sir, we can interview the

two owners after we leave here: they live less than a kilometre from

here.’

‘A promising lead, yes?’

‘No.’

‘I don’t think so either. However, no stone unturned. We may as well go

now and -‘

He broke off as the same waiter reappeared and approached him. ‘Phone

again. For you this time, Colonel.’

De Graaf returned in a matter of seconds. ‘Jon, have you such a thing as

a shorthand typist?’

‘Of course. Jan?’

‘Sir?’ A blond youngster was on his feet.

‘You heard the Colonel?’

‘Yes, sir.’ He looked at de Graaf. ‘What shall I say?’

‘Ask her to take that phone call and type it out for me. Peter, you have

clairvoyance, the second sight.’

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‘The FFF?’

‘Indeed. The press, I need hardly say. The FFF have their publicity

priorities right. Usual anonymous phone call. The sub-editor who took the

call was smart enough to tape-record it but I’d be surprised if that is

of the slightest help. A fairly lengthy statement, I understand.

Shorthand is not my forte. Let us possess our souls in patience.’

They had possessed their souls for not more than four minutes when a girl

entered and handed a type-written sheet to de Graaf. He thanked her,

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