‘I am glad you haven’t disappointed me, Mr Sherman.’
I turned round slowly. Predictably, he was smiling his saintly smile and, equally predictably, he had a large gun in his hand.
‘No one is indestructible, of course,’ he beamed, ‘but you do have a certain quality of resilience, I must confess. It is difficult to underestimate policemen, but I may have been rather negligent in your case. Twice in this one day I had thought I had got rid of your presence, which, I must admit was becoming something of an embarrassment to me., However, I’m sure third time, for me, will prove lucky. You should have killed Marcel, you know.’
‘I didn’t?’
‘Come, come, you must learn to mask your feelings and not let your disappointment show through. He recovered for a brief moment but long enough to attract the attention of the good ladies in the field. But I fear he has a fractured skull and some brain haemorrhage. He may not survive.’ He looked at me thoughtfully. ‘But he appears to have given a good account of himself.’
‘A fight to the death,’ I agreed. ‘Must we stand in the rain?’
‘Indeed not.’ He ushered me into the building at the point of his gun. The dark man looked around with no great surprise: I wondered how long had elapsed since they had the warning message from Huyler.
‘Jacques,’ Goodbody said. ‘This is Mr Sherman — Major Sherman. I believe he is connected with Interpol or some other such futile organization.’
‘We’ve met,’ Jacques grinned.
‘Of course. How forgetful of me.’ Goodbody pointed his gun at me while Jacques took mine away.
‘Just the one,’ he reported. He raked the sights across my cheek, tearing some of the plaster away, and grinned again. ‘I’ll bet that hurts, eh?’
‘Restrain yourself, Jacques, restrain yourself,’ Goodbody admonished. He had his kindly side to him; if he’d been a cannibal he’d probably have knocked you over the head before boiling you alive. ‘Point his gun at him, will you?’ He put his own away. ‘I must say I never did care for those weapons. Crude, noisy, lacking a certain delicacy — ‘
‘Like hanging a girl from a hook?’ I asked. ‘Or stabbing one to death with pitchforks.’
‘Come, come, let us not distress ourselves.’ He sighed. ‘Even the best of you people are so clumsy, so obvious. I had, I must confess, expected rather more from you. You, my dear fellow, have a reputation which you’ve totally failed to live up to. You blunder around. You upset people, fondly imagining you are provoking reactions in the process. You let yourself be seen in all the wrong places. Twice you go to Miss Lemay’s flat without taking precautions. You rifle pockets of pieces of paper that were put there for you to discover, and there was no need,’ he added reproachfully, ‘to kill the waiter in the process. You walk through Huyler in broad daylight — every person in Huyler, my dear Sherman, is a member of my flock. You even left your calling card in the basement of my church the night before last — blood. Not that I bear you any ill-will for that, my dear fellow — I was in fact contemplating getting rid of Henri, who had become rather a liability to me, and you solved the problem rather neatly. And what do you think of our unique arrangements here — those are all reproductions for sale …’
‘My God,’ I said. ‘No wonder the churches are empty.’ ‘Ah! But one must savour those moments, don’t you think? Those weights there. We measure and weigh them and return at suitable times with replacement weights — like those we brought tonight. Not that our weights are quite the same. They have something inside them. Then they’re boxed, Customs inspected, sealed and sent on with official Government approval to certain — friends — abroad. One of my better schemes, I always maintain.’
Jacques cleared his throat deferentially. ‘You said you were in a hurry, Mr Goodbody.’
‘Ever the pragmatist, Jacques, ever the pragmatist. But you’re right, of course. First we attend to our — ah — ace investigator, then to business. See if the coast is clear.’
Goodbody distastefully produced his pistol again while Jacques made a quiet reconnaissance. He returned in a few moments, nodding, and they made me precede them out of the door, across the gravel and up the steps over the moat to the massive oaken door. Goodbody produced a key of the right size to open the door and we passed inside. We went up a flight of stairs, along a passage and into a room.
It was a very big room indeed, almost literally festooned with hundreds of clocks. I’d never seen so many clocks in one place and certainly, I knew, never so valuable a collection of clocks. All, without exception, were pendulum clocks, some of a very great size, all of great age. Only a very few of them appeared to be working, but, even so, their collective noise was barely below the level of toleration. I couldn’t have worked in that room for ten minutes.
‘One of the finest collections in the world,’ Goodbody said proudly as if it belonged to him, ‘if not the finest. And as you shall see — or hear — they all work.’
I heard his words but they didn’t register. I was staring at the floor, at the man lying there with the long black hair reaching down to the nape of his neck, at the thin shoulder-blades protruding through the threadbare jacket. Lying beside him were some pieces of single-core rubber-insulated electrical cable. Close to his head lay a pair of sorbo-rubber-covered earphones.
I didn’t have to be a doctor to know that George Lemay was dead.
‘An accident,* Goodbody said regretfully, ‘a genuine accident. We did not mean it to happen like this. I fear the poor fellow’s system must have been greatly weakened by the privations he has suffered over the years.’
‘You killed him,’ I said.
‘Technically, in a manner of speaking, yes.’
‘Why?’
‘Because his high-principled sister — who has erroneously believed for years that we have evidence leading to the proof of her brother’s guilt as a murderer — finally prevailed upon him to go to the police. So we had to remove them from the Amsterdam scene temporarily — but not, of course, in such a way as to upset you. I’m afraid, Mr Sherman, that you must hold yourself partly to blame for the poor lad’s death. And for that of his sister. And for that of your lovely assistant — Maggie, I think her name was.’ He broke off and retreated hastily, holding his pistol at arm’s length. ‘Do not throw yourself on my gun. I take it you did not enjoy the entertainment? Neither, I’m sure, did Maggie. And neither, I’m afraid, will your other friend Belinda, who must die this evening. Ah! That strikes deep, I see. You would like to kill me, Mr Sherman.’ He was smiling still, but the flat staring eyes were the eyes of a madman.
‘Yes,’ I said tonelessly, ‘I’d like to kill you.’
‘We have sent her a little note.’ Goodbody was enjoying himself immensely. ‘Code word “Birmingham”, I believe . .. She is to meet you at the warehouse of our good friends Morgenstern and Muggenthaler, who will now be above suspicion for ever. Who but the insane would ever contemplate perpetrating two such hideous crimes on their own premises? So fitting, don’t you think? Another puppet on a chain. Like all the thousands of other puppets throughout the world — hooked and dancing to our tune.’
I said: ‘You know, of course, that you are quite mad?’
‘Tie him up,’ Goodbody said harshly. His urbanity had cracked at last. The truth must have hurt him.
Jacques bound my wrists with the thick rubber-covered flex. He did the same for my ankles, pushed me to one side of the room and attached my wrists by another length of rubber cable to an eyebolt on the wall.
‘Start the clocks!’ Goodbody ordered. Obediently, Jacques set off around the room starting the pendulums to swing: significantly, he didn’t bother about the smaller clocks.
‘They all work and they all chime, some most loudly,’ Goodbody said with satisfaction. He was back on balance again, urbane and unctuous as ever. Those earphones will amplify the sound about ten times. There is the amplifier there and the microphone there, both, as you can see, well beyond your reach. The earphones are unbreakable. In fifteen minutes you will be insane, in thirty minutes unconscious. The resulting coma lasts from eight to ten hours. You will wake up still insane. But you won’t wake up. Already beginning to tick and chime quite loudly, aren’t they?’
This is how George died, of course. And you will, watch it all happen. Through the top of that glass door, of course. Where it won’t be so noisy.’