That some of the adjacent buildings had been in even greater danger of collapse was evidenced by the fact that a large area of building on the canal side beyond the church had already been demolished: a giant crane, with the most enormous boom I had ever seen almost lost in the darkness above, stood in the middle of this cleared lot where rebuilding had already reached the stage of the completion of the reinforced foundations.
We walked slowly along the canal side towards the church. Clearly audible now was the sound of organ music and of women singing. It sounded very pleasant and safe and homely and nostalgic, the music drifting out over the darkened waters of the canal.
The service seems to be still in progress,’ I said. ‘You go in there — ‘
I broke off and did a double-take at a blonde girl in a belted white raincoat who was just walking by.
‘Hey!’ I said.
The blonde girl had it all buttoned up about what to do when accosted by strange men in a lonely street. She took one look at me and started to run. She didn’t get very far. She slipped on the wet cobbles, recovered, but only made another two or three paces before I caught up with her. She struggled briefly to escape, then relaxed and flung her arms about my neck. Maggie joined us, that old puritanical look on her face again.
‘A very old friend, Major Sherman?’
‘Since this morning. This is Trudi. Trudi van Gelder.’
‘Oh.’ Maggie laid a reassuring hand on Trudi’s arm but Trudi ignored her, tightened her grip around my neck and gazed admiringly into my face from a distance of about four inches.
‘I like you,’ Trudi announced. ‘You’re nice.’
‘Yes, I know, you told me. Oh hell!’
‘What to do?’ Maggie asked.
‘What to do. I’ve got to get her home. I’ve got to take her home. Put her in a taxi and she’d skip at the first traffic lights. A hundred to one the old battle-axe who’s supposed to be guarding her has dozed off and by this time her father’s probably scouring the town. He’d find it cheaper to use a ball and chain.’
I unlocked Trudi’s arms, not without some difficulty, and pushed up the sleeve of her left arm. I looked first of all at her arm, then at Maggie whose eyes widened and then lips pursed as she saw the unlovely pattern left by the hypodermic needles. I pulled down the sleeve — instead of breaking into tears as she had done last time Trudi just stood there and giggled as if it were all great fun — and examined the other forearm. I pulled that sleeve down too.
‘Nothing fresh,’ I said.
‘You mean there’s nothing fresh that you can see,’ Maggie said.
‘What do you expect me to do? Make her stand here in this icy rain and do a strip-tease on the banks of the canal to that organ music? Wait a moment.’
‘Why?’
‘I want to think,’ I said patiently.
So I thought, while Maggie stood there with an expression of dutiful expectation on her face and Trudi clutched my arm in a proprietorial fashion and gazed adoringly up at me. Finally, I said:
‘You haven’t been seen by anybody in there?’
‘Not as far as I know.’
‘But Belinda has, of course.’
‘Of course. But not so she would be recognized again. All the people in there have their heads covered. Belinda’s wearing a scarf and the hood of her coat and she’s sitting in shadow — I saw that from the doorway.’
‘Get her out. Wait till the service is over, then follow Astrid. And try to memorize the faces of as many as possible of those who are attending the service.’
Maggie looked doubtful. ‘I’m afraid that’s going to be difficult.’
‘Why?’
‘Well, they all look alike.’
They all — what are they, Chinese or something?’
‘Most of them are nuns, carrying Bibles and those beads at their waists, and you can’t see their hair, and they have those long black clothes and those white — ‘
‘Maggie — ‘ I restrained myself with difficulty — ‘I know what nuns look like.’
‘Yes, but there’s something else. They’re nearly all young and good-looking — some very good-looking — ‘
‘You don’t have to have a face like a bus smash to be a nun. Phone your hotel and leave the number of wherever you happen to finish up. Come on, Trudi. Home.’
She went with me docilely enough, by foot first and then by taxi, where she held my hand all the time and talked a lot of bright nonsense in a very vivacious way, like a young child being taken out on an unexpected treat. At van Gelder’s house I asked the taxi to wait.
Trudi was duly scolded by both van Gelder and Herta with that vehemence and severity that always cloaks profound relief, then Trudi was led off, presumably to bed. Van Gelder poured a couple of drinks with the speed of a man who feels he requires one and asked me to sit down. I declined.
‘I’ve a taxi outside. Where can I find Colonel de Graaf at this time of night? I want to borrow a car from him, preferably a fast one.’
Van Gelder smiled. ‘No questions from me, my friend.
You’ll find the Colonel at his office — I know he’s working late tonight.’ He raised his glass. ‘A thousand thanks. I was a very, very worried man.’
‘You had a police alert out for her?’
‘An unofficial police alert.’ Van Gelder smiled again, but wryly. ‘You know why. A few trusted friends — but there are nine hundred thousand people in Amsterdam.’
‘Any idea why she was so far from home?’
‘At least there’s no mystery about that. Herta takes her there often — to the church, I mean. All the Huyler people in Amsterdam go there. It’s a Huguenot church — there’s one in Huyler as well, well, not so much a church, some sort of business premises they use on Sundays as a place of worship. Herta takes her there too — the two of them go out to the island often. The churches and the Vondel Park — those are the only outings the child has.’
Herta waddled into the room and van Gelder looked at her anxiously. Herta, with what might conceivably have passed for an expression of satisfaction on her leathery features, shook her head and waddled out again.
‘Well, thank God for that.’ Van Gelder drained his glass. ‘No injections.’
‘Not this time.’ I drained my glass in turn, said goodbye and left.
I paid off the taxi in the Marnixstraat. Van Gelder had phoned ahead to say I was coming and Colonel de Graaf was waiting for me. If he was busy, he showed no signs of it. He was engaged in his usual occupation of overflowing the chair he was sitting in, the desk in front of him was bare, his fingers were steepled under his chin and as I entered he brought his eyes down from a leisured contemplation of infinity.
‘One assumes you make progress?’ he greeted me.
‘One assumes wrongly, I’m afraid.’
‘What? No vistas of broad highways leading to the final solution?’
‘Cul-de-sacs only.’
‘Something about a car, I understand from the Inspector.’
‘Please.’
‘May one enquire why you wish this vehicle?’ ‘To drive up the cul-de-sacs. But that’s not really what I came to ask you about.’
‘I hardly thought it was.’
‘I’d like a search warrant.’
‘What for?’
‘To make a search,’ I said patiently. ‘Accompanied by a senior officer or officers, of course, to make it legal.’
‘Who? Where?’
‘Morgenstern and Muggenthaler. Souvenir warehouse. Down by the docks — I don’t know the address.’
‘I’ve heard of them.’ De Graaf nodded, ‘I know nothing against them. Do you?’
‘No.’
‘So what makes you so curious about them?’
‘I honest to God don’t know. I want to find out why I am so curious. I was in their place tonight — ‘
‘They’re closed at night-time, surely.’
I dangled a set of skeleton keys in front of his eyes.
‘You know it’s a felony to be in possession of such instruments,’ de Graaf said severely.
I put the keys back in my pocket. ‘What instruments?’
‘A passing hallucination,’ de Graaf said agreeably.
‘I’m curious about why they have a time-lock on the steel door leading to their office. I’m curious about the large stocks of Bibles carried on their premises. ‘I didn’t mention the smell of cannabis or the lad lurking behind the puppets. ‘But what I’m really interested in getting hold of is their list of suppliers.’
‘A search warrant we can arrange on any pretext,’ de Graaf said. I’ll accompany you myself. Doubtless you’ll explain your interest in greater detail in the morning. Now about this car. Van Gelder has an excellent suggestion. A specially-engined police car, complete with everything from two-way radio to handcuffs, but to all appearance a taxi, will be here in two minutes. Driving a taxi, you understand, poses certain problems.’