Night of Terror by Desmond Bagley

dead brother.

There was a sound as of a long-pent breath being released throughout

the saloon and then the silence was total. Ian was the first to

stir.

“That’s the mannie I found. . ..” His voice tailed off as Mark

switched his eyes to him. “Ah, Ian Lewis. So it was you who clobbered

me, was it? he said pleasantly, and then his voice hardened. “You’d

have done better to stay in your Highland hovel, you Scots peasant.”

The whole pattern of events of the last few months had suddenly been

shuffled like the pieces in a kaleidoscope, to present an entirely new

picture. It was no wonder that Ian hadn’t recognised the bearded man

he found on our raid on Sirena; he had last seen Mark as a boy. I

might have recognised him, but I hadn’t taken the trouble to look. We

weren’t looking for a dead man that night in Nuku’alofa.

I looked round at the others. Their expressions were a mixture of

amazement and slowly dawning comprehension.

Clare gave Mark one long, measured look, then made a small contemptuous

sound and turned back to her father. Campbell took her by the wrist

protectively, never taking his eyes off Mark. He said nothing.

Ian was furious and showed it, while Geordie merely stared

speculatively at Mark under lowered brows. Paula had made a sudden

move as if to go to him, but she shrank back and hid in the shadows

at

Geordie’s back. Taffy didn’t show himself at all.

Of them all, Mark was watching me. “Hello, Mike,”he said soberly.

I said, “Mark, for God’s sake – I-‘ He was urbane where I was

dumbfounded. He lifted the notebook and some papers in his hand.

“I’ve been rooting about in your laboratory. So kind of you to have

done the preliminary survey for me. I couldn’t have done it better

myself.” He dropped the papers on the table.

Ian looked at him with black anger in his eyes. “I wish that I’d hit

you a bit harder,” he said harshly Mark smiled at him but said

nothing.

He picked up my notebook again and flicked the pages with one hand.

“We seem to have struck it rich, Mike. There may be billions in all

this, don’t you agree? A pity you wasted your time but never mind, you

saved me a bit of work.” I spoke through a dry throat. “You’re a

bastard, Mark.” “Oh, come on, Mike. Aren’t you maligning mother?” He

looked around. “And who else have we? Yes, Wilkins, isn’t it? What’s

it like on Tyneside these days, Geordie?” Geordie showed his

disgust.

“A bit cleaner than this; saloon.” “We will have our little jokes,”

said Mark lightly. “And my dear old boss, Mr Campbell, the fallen

warrior and Clare.I’m sorry you had to be here, Clare.” She refused to

look at him and said nothing. It irked Mark and he shrugged

petulantly, turned away and peered behind Geordie.”Andwho’sthe

youngladysittinginthe shadowThe, asked. “I didn’t know you were such a

one for the ladies

Mike.” He moved round the table and stopped suddenly. His face went

very pale. “Paula!” he whispered. He turned his head quickly to

Ramirez. “You didn’t tell me she was aboard.” Ramirez shrugged.

“Just another woman,” he said casually.For an instant they glared at

one another and I had an insight into their relationship.Paula stood

up.

“Mark – oh Mark! I thought you were dead.Why didn’t you come to me,

Mark? Why didn’t you trust me?” Ramirez laughed softly.Mark actually

looked troubled. “I’m truly sorry,” he said.”Sorry you had to be on

this ship.” He made a curious gesture as though wiping her away, and a

prickle ran up my spine. In that one sudden movement he had rejected

us all – wiped us out of his world.Paula took a step forward. “But

Mark, L . Ramirez snapped out a curt phrase in Spanish and one of the

guards lifted his rifle. The meaning was unmistakable.Paula stopped

dead and looked at Mark with the comprehension of horror. His eyes

flickered and he looked away from her and she slowly fell back into a

chair and buried her face in her hands. I heard the racking sobs that

shook her, and saw Clare move to put her arms round her shoulders.I had

to force myself to speak calmly. “We all thought you were dead.

Why did you do it?” “I had to die,” he said. He perked up – the

change of subject took his mind off Paula. “The police were after me

and getting a little too close, so I conveniently killed myself.” I

suddenly knew another black truth. “You did kill Sven Norgaard, didn’t

you.” He turned on me. “What else could I do?” he said

defensively.

“The bloody fool wanted to publish. Him and his bloody scientific

integrity – he wanted to give it all away, billions of dollars that

belonged to me – to me, do you hear that? I made the discovery, didn’t

I?” His voice tailed off, and then he added softly, “I had to kill

him.”

The silence was murderous and we all stared at the egomaniacal horror

that was my brother- He straightened up and said. “And then I killed

myself. The police would never look for a dead murderer. Wasn’t that

pretty clever of me, Mike?” “It was stupid,” I said flatly. “But then

you always were a stupid man.” His hand crashed on the table and we

all jerked at the sudden violence. Only Ramirez watched him unmoved

and dispassionate. “It wasn’t stupid!” he yelled. “It was a damn

good idea! But I’m surrounded by bungling idiots.” “Like Kane and

Hadley,”I said.”That’s right, them,” he agreed, suddenly calm

again.”Those damn fools gave me appendicitis, of all things. I could

have killed that madman, Hadley – there was no need to invent extra

details.” “I’m sure you could,” I said. “But it was you who bungled

it.You should have told them precisely what to say.” He betrayed for

the first time his lack of authority. It had nothing to do with me,”

he said sullenly.

“Ernesto fixed it.” I shot a sidelong glance at Ramirez. “So he’s a

bungler too?” Ramirez smiled sardonically and Mark said nothing. I

went on, “You bungled again when Hadley let your papers and the nodules

go. You should have taken them with you – that was bad planning.”

“They got them back though.” “Not quite, Mark. I had a nodule still

and I had your diary.” He reacted to that with white-faced fury, then

subsided and nodded thoughtfully. “You were lucky. You read it?” “Oh

yes,” I said casually. “A simple code, really.” And watched him

swallow his ire yet again as item by item I did my best to undermine

his self-confidence. Then he suddenly, laughed.”That lunatic,

Hadley.

But you all thought I was dead anyway.

And poor old Ernesto here was getting all the blame.That was really

funny.” Ramirez, who had been leaning negligently against the

bulkhead, suddenly straightened, his face cold. “This is a pointless

conversation,” he said shortly.Mark said, “Let me have my fun, old

boy.

It isn’t often a, corpse can hold an inquest on himself. I’m getting a

kick out of it.” Ramirez looked at him contemptuously. “All right.

It won’t make any difference,” he said dismissively. I knew that he

was only waiting for word that his crew had separated the two ships

before he did what he was going to do – and I had a good idea what that

was.I rubbed my ear – there seemed to be something getting in the way

of my hearing, and Ramirez’s voice had seemed to vibrate in a curious

way. The ship creaked and rocked uneasily, and I wondered what was

really happening outside.But it was also important to me to hear what

my brother had to say, and I pushed the thoughts that were bothering me

to the background.”My inquest,” Mark said again. “Let’s develop this

interesting theme.” “Yes, let’s do that,”-said Campbell suddenly.I

turned to find him sitting up on the settee, waving away Clare and

Ian.

“Let’s do that,” he repeated, and I noticed that his voice was stronger

and his speech clearer. “Let’s consider the burning of a hospital and

the murder of a doctor and fourteen of his patients.”

Mark flinched. “I didn’t do that. It was Hadley again.” “Hadley

again,” I said caustically. “You sound as pure as Hadley’s pal

Kane.”

“You condoned it,”said Campbell relentlessly.”It was nothing to do with

me. I didn’t even know about it until afterwards. That man’s beyond

controlling.” Ramirez had picked up my injudicious reference to Kane

and was looking at me enquiringly. He was very acute.”You have spoken

to Kane again, Mr Trevelyan? He was supposed to come to me in

Nuku’alofa, but I didn’t see him there.” I tried to make the best of

my slip. “Yes, we’ve spoken to him. He’s told us a great deal too

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