living that it was impossible to determine his age.
“Mr. Ryan, here we are again.” He stood up and extended his hand. “And who might this gorgeous young lady be?” “My niece, Captain Tully. You might well remember that. This is my associate, Martin Keogh.” “Mr. Keogh.” Tully shook his hand enthusiastically.
“A real pleasure.” “I’m sure it is,” Keogh told him.
“To business, then,”.Tully said.
Ryan opened the briefcase he was holding and took out a folded chart. “There is your destination. Marsh End, south of Ravenglass on the Cumbrian coast. You have two days. Can you manage that?” Tully unfolded the chart and examined it. “No problem. What then?” “I’ll arrive by track, which we’ll take across to Kilalla on the coast of County Down.” He took out another chart. “There’s a disused quarry pier there.
We put the track on shore and you sail away.” “We do indeed, Mr. Ryan. There is,f course, the small matter of recompense.” Ryan took a large envelope from the briefcase and passed it across. “Fifty thousand pounds there. Another fifty on the termination of the contract at Kilalla.
Satisfactory?” “Oh, very, Mr. Ryan. I can assure you. of that.” “Excellent. Then we’ll see you on Friday raoming at Marsh End.” problem,” Tully said. “We won’t let you down.” “Good. We’ll be off, then.” As THEY WALKED ALONG’ THE WATERFRONT, Kathleen Ryan said, “I didn’t like anything about that bowser.”
“You aren’t expected to.” Ryan turned to Keogh.
“What about you?”
“He’ll cut your throat if he thinks there’s a pound in it.”
“Which is why I have you along, so let’s get back,” and Ryan walked to the corner and waved to a taxi. THE MAN WHO HAD GREETED THEM AT THE gangway was Dolan. When he went back into the chartroom he found Tully examining the charts Ryan had given him.
“What do you think?”
“It’s big,” Tully said. “Fifty thousand now and another fifty when we lit the Ulster coast. Whatever
is in that truck must he worth more.”
“So?”
“The number he gave me to contact him. It’s a pub in Kilburn called the William and Mary. I think I’ll go up there and have a nose around.” He folded the charts. “You look after things here.” He moved to the door and turned. “This could be a big payday, Mick.”
“Well I’m with you on that,” Dolan said. “Whatever it takes.”
“Good man,” Tully said and went out.
THE SALOON BAR OF THE WILLIAM ; MARY WAS packed, men standing shoulder-to-shoulder at the bar as they drank. It was a cheerful enough scene and very noisy as Tully peered in through one of the windows.
He decided to take his chances round the back and followed a narrow alley that brought him to a high wall, a gate opening into a yard. There was a chink of light showing at a window, curtains partly drawn.
lie approached cautiously and peered inside.
Ryan, Bell, and Kathleen sat at a table, a map unfolded before them. Keogh stood by the fire. Ryan laughed as Bell said something to him, but Tully couldn’t bear what it was. It was then that he noticed the back door in the shadows. He tried the handle gingerly and the door opened to his touch.
He found himself in a narrow corridor. There was no light on and he groped his way forward, aware of coats hanging from a peg rack. At that moment a door opened, light flooding out, and Bell apared. Tully froze, trying to bury himself in the hangg coats, and Bell called, “I’ll only be a minute.”
He went down the corridor, opened a door, and went inside. A few moments later there was the sound of a toilet flushing. He returned, went into the back-room, and closed tho door. Tully went forward and put his ear to the door and was instantly.aw, are of everything being said inside. “RIGHT, THEN, CAtDS ON TE TABLr-,” RYAN SAID.
“It’s time you knew what the rest of us do, Martin.”
“I’m all in favor of that,” Keogh told him.
“I put this job together a year or so ago. Hugh here helped with the planning of the English end of things. Unfortunately, the Army Council turned it’ down flat, thought the whole thing too risky.” “Bunch of old women,” Bell said.