Ryan said, “Ryan here, Angus. I was wanting a word with Hugh. is he there?” “He’s dead, Mr. Ryan. Killed in Kilburn High Street last night.”
“What happened?” Ryan said.
“He was knocked down crossing the road. Hit-and-run accident. The POlice found the car that did it abandoned a few streets away.”
“Have they traced who was in it?”
“The POlice sergeant who called earlier said it had been stolen in Hampstead a year ago. He thinks it
must have been standing in some garage.”
“All very unfortunate,” Ryan said.
“Indeed it is, Mr. Ryan. Will you be coming in?” “No, I’ve got business to attend to.”
“Well, if you let me kqow where you are and give me a phone number I’ll keep you POsted.”
It was enough. Ryan smiled softly. “I’m away now, but just one more thing, Angus. Put Mr. “Reid on the phone.”
“Mr. Reid? I don’t understand,” Angus said.
“Stop arsing around and put him on.”
Reid, who had been standing beside Angus listening in, took the phone from him and shoved the barman across to Scully.
“Michael, old son. Don’t you think it’s time to be reasonable?”
“Was it you or Scully at the wheel? Not that it matters. When the time comes, you’re my meat.”
“You always did have a touch of the theatrical about you, Michael. So you intend to carry out that hare-brained scheme of yours?” “Goodbye, Reid,” Michael Ryan said and put down the phone.
He opened the back door, lit a cigarette, and stared into the rain thinking of Hugh Bell, good friend and comrade in arms for so many years. At least Scully hadn’t had the chance to squeeze the truth out of him.
There was some comfort in that.
The kitchen door opened and Kathleen looked out.
“There you are. Is everything all right?” “Fine.” “I thought I’d take Martin something to eat down at the cottage. Benny says he’ll drive me.” “That’s fine. I want to go over the planning again, so don’t mind me.” I’ll see you later, then.” She went back into the kitchen and Ryan stayed there, looking at the rain, thinking about Reid and Scully. They would have to go back home now, nothing else for it. There would be a confrontation even tually, had to be, but he would handle that when tile time came.
He thought of Reid, the skull-like face and wire spectacles, and his smile was terrible to see. “You little bastard,” he said softly. “You want it all yourself, don’t you? Well I’ll see you in hell before I allow that to happen.”
.KEOGH HADN’T BOTHERED WITH THE BEDROOM of the small cottage at Marsh End, simply built up the fire and lay on the couch. He slept surprisingly well, got up at seven, and put the kettle on. He stood at the open door looking out at the rain and noticed the creek on his right hand. On impulse, he went back inside, stripped, found a towel in the small bathroom, and ran naked across the yard.
He draped the towel over a bush and plunged into the creek, swimming strongly to the other side, passing into the reeds for a while, disturbing wildfowl and birds of every description, who rose in clouds into the rain, calling angrily, The salt water was cold and invigorating:
“What a grand way to start the day,” he said softly as he emerged from the creek and reached for the towel.
He went,back to the cottage, toweling himself vigorously, then he dressed and made a cup of tea. There was milk, bread, eggs, and bacon in the larder, lie stood there, sipping tea, wondering whether to cook something, when ther.eSvas the sound of an engine in the yard. He looked out and,saw the Land Rover with Benny and Kathleen. ‘… IN LONDON AT THE WILLIAM & MARY REID AND Scully were getting ready to leave. Their search of Bell’s small office had yielded no clues.
Scully said, “Nothing, Mr. Reid. What do we do?” “We go back to Belfast,” Reid said. 7Don’t worry. Ryan has got to come home and no place for him to hide. We’ll bide our time, but we’ll get the bastard in the end.” He raised his voice. “Angus, get in here.’ ‘ Angus stumbled through the door. “Yes, Mr.