“Identifying myself?” The sergeant stared coldly at me. “I don’t have to identify myself. Sergeant MacDonald. I’ve been in charge of the Torbay police station for eight years. Ask any man in Torbay. They all know me.” If he was who he claimed to be this was probably the first time in his life that anyone had asked him for identification. He nodded to the seated policeman. “Police-Constable MacDonald.”
“Your son?” The resemblance was unmistakable. “Nothing like keeping it in the family, eh, Sergeant?” I didn’t know whether to believe him or not, but I felt I’d been an irate householder long enough, A degree less truculence was in order. “And customs, eh? I know the law about you, too. No search warrants for you boys. I believe the police would like your powers. Go anywhere you like and ask no one’s permission beforehand. That’s it, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.” It was the younger customs man who answered. Medium height, fair hair, running a little to fat, Belfast accent, dressed like the other in blue overcoat, peaked hat, brown gloves, smartly creased trousers. “We hardly ever do, though. We prefer co-operation. We like to ask.”
“And you’d like to ask to search this boat, is that it?” Hunslett said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why?” I asked. Puzzlement now in my voice. And in my mind. I just didn’t know what I had on my hands. “If we’re all going to be so courteous and co-operative, could we have any explanation?”
“No reason in the world why not, sir.” The older customs man was almost apologetic. “A truck with contents valued at £12,000 was hi-jacked on the Ayrshire coast last night -night before last, that is, now. In the news this evening. From information received, we know it was transferred to a small boat. We think it came north,”
“Why?”
“Sorry, sir. Confidential. This is the third port we’ve visited and the thirteenth boat – the fourth hi Torbay – that we’ve been on an the past fifteen hours. We’ve been kept on the run, I can tell you.” An easy friendly voice, a voice that said: “You don’t really think we suspect you. We’ve a job to do, that’s all,”
“And you’re searching all boats that have come up from the south. Or you think have come from there. Fresh arrivals, anyway. Has it occurred to you that any boat with hi-jacked goods on board wouldn’t dare pass through the Crinan canal? Once you’re in there, you’re trapped. For four hours. So he’d have to come round the Mull of Kintyre. We’ve been here since this afternoon. It would take a pretty fast boat to get up here in that time.”
“You’ve got a pretty fast boat here, sir,” Sergeant Mac-Donald said. I wondered how the hell .they managed it, from the Western Isles to .the East London docks every sergeant in the country had the same wooden voice, the same wooden face, the same cold eye. Must be something to do with the uniform, I ignored him,
“What are we – um – supposed to have stolen?”
“Chemicals. It was an I.C.I, truck.”
“Chemicals?” I looked at Hunslett, grinned, then turned back to the customs officer. “Chemicals, eh? We’re loaded with them. But not £12,000 worth, I’m afraid.”
There was a brief silence. MacDonald said: “Would you mind explaining, sir?”
“Not at all.” I lit a cigarette, the little mind enjoying its big moment, and smiled. “This is a government boat, Sergeant MacDonald. I thought you would have seen the flag. Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries. We’re marine biologists. Our after cabin is a floating laboratory. Look at our library here.” Two shelves loaded with technical tomes. “And if you’ve still any doubt left I can give you two numbers, one hi Glasgow, one in London, that will establish our bona fides. Or phone the lock-master in the Crinan sea-basin. We spent last night there,”
“Yes, sir.” The lack of impression I had made on the sergeant was total. “Where did you go in your dinghy this evening?”
“I beg your pardon, Sergeant?”
“You were seen to leave this boat in a black rubber dinghy about five o’clock this evening.” I’d heard of icy fingers playing up and down one’s spine but it wasn’t fingers I felt then3 it was a centipede with a hundred icy boots on. “You went out into the Sound. Mr. Mcllroy, the postmaster, saw you.”
“I hate to impugn the character of a fellow civil servant but he must have been drunk.” Funny how an icy feeling could make you sweat. “I haven’t got a black rubber dinghy, I’ve never owned a black rubber dinghy. You just get out your little magnifying glass, Sergeant, and if you can find a black rubber dinghy I’ll make you a present of the brown wooden dinghy, which is the only one we have on the Firecrest,”
The wooden expression cracked a little. He wasn’t so certain now. “So you weren’t out?”
“I was out. In our own dinghy. I was just round the comer of Garve Island there, collecting some marine samples from the Sound. I can show them to you in the after cabin. We’re not here on holiday, you know.”
“No offence, no offence.” I was a member of the working classes now, not a plutocrat, and he could afford to thaw a little. “Mr. Mcllroy’s eyesight isn’t what it was and everything looks black against the setting sun. You don’t look the type, I must say, who’d land on the shores of the Sound and bring down the telephone wires to the mainland.”
The centipede started up again and broke into a fast gallop. Cut off from the mainland. How very convenient for somebody. I didn’t spend any time wondering who had brought the wires down – it had been no act of God, I was sure of that.
“Did you mean what I thought you to mean, Sergeant?” I said slowly. “That you suspected me——”
“We can’t take chances, sir.” He was almost apologetic now. Not only was I a working man, I was a man working for the Government. All men working for the Government are ipso facto respectable and trustworthy citizens.
“But you won’t mind ,if we take a little look round?” The dark-haired customs officer was even more apologetic. “The lines are down and, well, you know . . .” His voice trailed off and he smiled. “If you were the hi-jackers – I appreciate now that it’s a chance in a million, but still – and if we didn’t search – well, we’d be out of a job to-morrow. Just a formality.”
“I wouldn’t want to see that happen, Mr. –ah–”
“Thomas. Thank you. Your ship’s papers? Ah, thank you,” He handed them to the younger man. “Let’s see now. Ah, the wheelhouse. Could Mr. Durran here use the wheelhouse to make copies? Won’t take five minutes.”
“Certainly. Wouldn’t he be more comfortable here?”
“We’re modernised now, sir. Portable photo-copier. Standard on the job. Has to be dark. Won’t take five minutes. Can we begin in this laboratory of yours?”
A formality, he’d said. Well, he was right there, as a search it was the least informal thing I’d ever come across. Five minutes after he’d gone to the wheelhouse Durran came aft to join us and he and Thomas went through the Firecrest as if they were looking for the Koh-i-noor. To begin with, at least. Every piece of mechanical and electrical equipment in the after cabin had to be explained to them. They looked in every locker and cupboard.. They rummaged through the ropes and fenders in the large stem locker aft of the laboratory and I thanked God I hadn’t followed my original idea of stowing the dinghy, motor and scuba gear in there. They even examined the after toilet. As if I’d be careless enough to drop the Koh-i-noor in there.
They spent most time of all in the engine-room. It was worth examining. Everything looked brand new, and gleamed. Two big 100 h.p. diesels, diesel generator, radio generator, hot and cold water pumps, central heating plant; big oi! and water tanks and the two long rows of lead-acid batteries. Thomas seemed especially interested in the batteries.
“You carry a lot of reserve there, Mr. Petersen,” he said. He’d learnt my name by now, even though it wasn’t the one I’d been christened with. “Why all the power?”
“We haven’t even got enough. Care to start those two engines by hand? We have eight electric motors in the lab. – and the only time they’re used, in harbour, we can’t run either the engines or generators to supply juice. Too much interference. A constant drain.” I was ticking off my fingers. “Then there’s the central heating, hot and cold water pumps, radar, radio, automatic steering, windlass, power winch for the dinghy, echo-sounder, navigation lights——”
“You win, you win.” He’d become quite friendly by this time. “Boats aren’t really in my line. Let’s move forward, shall we?”