Her lips twisted in a harsh smile. ‘You don’t know anything about me, do you, Mr Halloran? I can assure you that I have no money and no husband, either—or no one that I would care to call my husband.’ She moved her hands forward on the table. ‘I sold my rings to get money to send to my father, and that was a long time ago. If it were not for my friends I would be on the streets. No, I have no money, Mr Halloran.’
There was something here I did not understand, but I didn’t press it. The reason she wanted to cut in didn’t matter; all that mattered was she had us over a barrel. With her connections we could not make a move in Italy without falling over an ex-partisan friend of hers. If we tried to lift the gold without coming to terms with her she would coolly step in at the right time and take the lot. She had us taped.
I said, ‘You’re as bad as Metcalfe.’
‘That is something I wanted to ask you,’ she said. ‘Who is this Metcalfe?’
‘He’s up to the same lark that you are.’
Her command of English was not up to that. ‘Lark?’ she said in mystification. ‘That is a bird?’
I said, ‘He’s one of our mutual competitors. He’s after the gold, too.’ I leaned over the table. ‘Now, if we cut you in, we would want certain guarantees.’
‘I do not think you are in a position to demand guarantees,’ she said coldly.
‘Nevertheless, we would want them. Don’t worry, this is in your interest, too. Metcalfe is the man behind Torloni and he’s quite a boy. Now, we would want protection against Metcalfe and anything he could throw against us. From what you’ve said, Torloni carries a bit of weight, and if he
hasn’t got enough, Metcalfe can probably drum up some more. What I want to know is—can you give us protection against that lot?’
‘I can find a hundred men, any time I want,’ she said proudly.
‘What kind of men?’ I asked bluntly. ‘Old soldiers on pension?’
She smiled. ‘Most of my wartime friends live quietly and go about their work. I would not want them to be mixed up in anything illegal or violent, although they would help if they had to. But my…’ she hesitated for a word, ‘…my more unsavoury friends I would willingly commit to this affair. I told you they are adventurous and they are not old men—no older than you, Mr Halloran,’ she ended sweetly.
‘A hundred of them?’
She thought a little. ‘Fifty, then,’ she compromised. ‘My father’s hill fighters will be more than a match for those dockland gangsters.’
I had no doubt about that—if they fought man to man. But Metcalfe and Torloni could probably whip up every thug in Italy, and would do for a stake as large as this.
I said, ‘I want further guarantees. How do I know we won’t be double-crossed?’
‘You don’t,’ she said meagrely.
I decided to go in for some melodramatics. ‘I want you to swear that you won’t double-cross us.’
She raised her hand. ‘I swear that I, Francesca di Estrenoli, promise faithfully not to trick, in any way, Mr Halloran of South Africa.’ She smiled at me. ‘Is that good enough?’
I shook my head. ‘No, it isn’t enough. You said yourself that you were a dishonourable woman. No, I want you to swear on your father’s name and honour.’
Pink anger spots burned on her cheeks and I thought for a moment that she was going to slap my face. I said gently, ‘Do you swear?’
She dropped her eyes. ‘I swear,’ she said in a low voice.
‘On your father’s name and honour,’ I persisted.
‘On my father’s name and on his honour,’ she said, and looked up. ‘Now I hope you are satisfied.’ There were tears in her eyes again.
I relaxed. It wasn’t much but it was the best I could do and I hoped it would hold her.
The man from behind the counter came over to the table slowly. He looked at me with dislike and said to Francesca, ‘Is everything all right, madame?’
‘Yes, Giuseppi, everything is all right.’ She smiled at him. ‘Nothing is wrong.’
Giuseppi smiled back at her, gave me a hard look and returned to the counter. I felt a prickle at the back of my neck. I had the feeling that if Francesca had said that everything was
not
all right I would have been a candidate for a watery dockside grave before the week was out.
I cocked my thumb at the counter. ‘One of your soldier friends?’
She nodded. ‘He saw you had hurt me, so he came over to see what he could do.’
‘I didn’t mean to hurt you,’ I said.
‘You shouldn’t have come here. You shouldn’t have come to Italy. What is it to you? I can understand Coertze and Walker; they fought the Germans, they buried the gold. But I cannot understand you.’
I said gently, ‘I fought the Germans, too, in Holland, and Germany.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I shouldn’t have said that.’
‘That’s all right. As for the rest…’ I shrugged. ‘Somebody had to plan—Coertze and Walker couldn’t do it. Walker is an alcoholic and Coertze is all beef and no—subtlety. They needed someone to get behind and push.’
‘But why is it you who has to push?’
‘I had a reason once,’ I said shortly. ‘Forget it. Let’s get some things straightened out. What about the split?’
‘The split?’
‘How do we divide the loot?’
‘I hadn’t thought of that—it will need some thinking about.’
‘It will,’ I agreed. ‘Now, there’s the three of us, there’s you and there’s fifty of your friends—fifty-four in all. If you’re thinking along the lines of fifty-four equal shares you can forget about it. We won’t have it.’
‘I can’t see how we can work this out when we don’t know how much money will be involved.’
‘We work it on a percentage basis,’ I said impatiently. ‘This is how I see it—one share each for the three of us, one share for you and one share to be divided among your friends.’
‘No,’ she said firmly. ‘That’s not fair. You have done nothing about this, at all. You are just a plunderer.’
‘I thought you’d take that attitude,’ I said. ‘Now, listen, and listen damned carefully because I’m not going to repeat this. Coertze and Walker are entitled to a share each. They fought for the gold and they disposed of it carefully. Besides, they are the only people who know where it is. Right?’
She nodded agreement.
I smiled grimly. ‘Now we come to me whom you seem to despise.’ She made a sudden gesture with her hand and I waved her down. ‘I’m the brains behind this. I know a way of getting the stuff out of Italy and I’ve arranged a sale for it. Without me this whole plan would flop, and I’ve invested a lot of time and money in it. Therefore I think I’m entitled to an equal share.’
I stabbed my finger at her. ‘And now you come along and blackmail us. Yes, blackmail,’ I said as she opened her mouth to protest. ‘You’ve done nothing constructive towards the plan and you complain about getting an equal
share. As for your friends, as far as I’m concerned, they are hired muscle to be paid for. If you don’t think they’re being paid enough with one-fifth between them you can supplement it out of your own share.’
‘But it will be so little for them,’ she said.
‘Little!’ I said, and was shocked into speechlessness. I recovered my breath. ‘Do you know how much is involved?’
‘Not exactly,’ she said cautiously.
I threw discretion to the winds. ‘There’s over £1,500,000 in gold alone—and there’s probably an equal amount in cut gem-stones. The gold alone means £300,000 for a fifth share and that’s £6,000 each for your friends. If you count the jewels you can double those figures.’
Her eyes widened as she mentally computed this into lire. It was an astronomical calculation and took her some time. ‘So much,’ she whispered.
‘So much,’ I said. I had just had an idea. The gems had been worrying me because they would be hot—in the criminal sense. They would need recutting and disguising and the whole thing would be risky. Now I saw the chance of doing an advantageous deal.
‘Look here,’ I said generously. ‘I’ve just offered you and your friends two-fifths of the take. Supposing the jewels are worth more than two-fifths—and I reckon they are—then you can take the lot of them, leaving the disposal of the gold to the three of us. After all, gems are more portable and easily hidden.’
She fell for it. ‘I know a jeweller who was with us during the war; he could do the valuation. Yes, that seems reasonable.’
It seemed reasonable to me, also, since I had been taking only the gold into my calculations all the time. Coertze, Walker and myself would still come out with half a million each.
‘There’s one other thing,’ I said.
‘What’s that?’
‘There’s a lot of paper money in this hoard—lire, francs, dollars and so on. Nobody takes any of that—there’ll be records of the numbers lodged with every bank in the world. You’ll have to control your friends when it comes to that.’
‘I can control them,’ she said loftily. She smiled and held out her hand. ‘It’s a deal, then, as the Americans say.’
I looked at her hand but didn’t touch it. I shook my head. ‘Not yet. I still have to discuss it with Coertze and Walker. They’ll take a hell of a lot of convincing—especially Coertze. What did you do to him, anyway?’ She withdrew her hand slowly and looked at me strangely.‘Almost you convince me that you are an honest man.’
I grinned at her cheerfully. ‘Out of necessity, that’s all. Those two are the only ones who know where the gold is.’
‘Oh, yes, I had forgotten. As for Coertze, he is a boor.’
‘He’d be the first to agree with you,’ I said. ‘But it means something different in Afrikaans.’ I had a sudden thought. ‘Does anyone else know what you know—about Alberto’s letter and all that?’
She started to shake her head but stopped suddenly, deciding to be honest. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘One man, but he can be trusted—he is a true friend.’
‘O.K.,’ I said. ‘I just wanted to be sure that no one else will try to pull the same stunt that you’ve just pulled. The whole damn’ Mediterranean seems to be getting into the act. I wouldn’t tell your friends anything you don’t have to—at least, not until it’s all over. If they are criminals, as you say, they might get their own ideas.’
‘I haven’t told them anything so far, and I’m not going to tell them now.’
‘Good. But you
can
tell them to watch for Torloni’s men. They’ll be keeping an eye on
Sanford
when they get round to finding where she is.’
‘Oh, yes, Mr Halloran; I’ll certainly tell them to keep a watch on your boat,’ she said sweetly.
I laughed. ‘I know you will. When you’ve got things organized drop in and see us anytime—but make it quick, there’s a time limit on all this.’
I got up from the table and left her. I thought she might as well pay for the breakfast since we were partners—or, as she had put it, ‘in association’.
She came that afternoon, accompanied by a man even bigger than Coertze, whom she introduced as Piero Morese. He nodded civilly enough to me, ignored Walker and regarded Coertze watchfully.
I had had trouble with Coertze—he had taken a lot of convincing and had reiterated in a bass growl, ‘I will not be cheated, I will not be cheated.’
I said wearily, ‘O.K. The gold is up in those hills somewhere; you know where it is. Why don’t you go and get it? I’m sure you can fight Torloni and Metcalfe and the Contessa and her cut-throats single-handed; I’m sure you can bring back the gold and take it to Tangier before April 19. Why don’t you just go ahead and stop bothering me?’
He had calmed down but was not altogether happy and he rumbled like a volcano which does not know whether to erupt again or not. Now he sat in the cabin looking at the Contessa with contempt and the big Italian with mistrust.
Morese had no English so the meeting came to order in Italian, which I could understand if it was not spoken too quickly. The Contessa said, ‘It is all right to speak in front of Piero, he knows everything that I know.’
‘I know you: you were with Umberto,’ said Coertze in mashed Italian.
Morese gave a quick nod but said nothing. The Contessa said, ‘Here is where we talk seriously.’ She looked at me. ‘Have you talked this over?’
‘We have.’
‘Do they accept the terms?’
‘They do.’
‘Very well, where is the gold?’
There was a growl from Coertze which I covered with a quick burst of laughter. ‘Contessa, you’ll be the death of me,’ I said. ‘I’ll die laughing. You don’t suppose we’ll tell you that, do you?’
She smiled acidly. ‘No—but I thought I would try it. All right, how do we go about this?’
I said, ‘First of all, there’s a time limit. We’ll want the gold delivered to Rapallo by the 1st of March at the latest. We also want a place where we can work undisturbed with this boat; either a private boat-shed or a boatyard. That must be arranged for now.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Why the 1st of March?’
‘That is of no consequence to you, but that is the way it must be.’
Morese said, ‘That does not leave much time. The first of the month is in two weeks.’
‘True,’ I said. ‘But that is the way it must be. The next thing is that only the five of us here will go to the gold. There must be no one else. We will unseal the place where it is hidden, pack what we want into strong boxes and move it out. Then we will seal the hidden place again. After that, and only after that, will we need the help of anyone else, and even then, only for lifting and transport to the coast. There is no need to have too many people knowing what we are doing.’
‘That is well thought of,’ said Morese.
I said, ‘Everything will be brought to the boat-shed—everything, including the jewels. We five will live together for one month while my friends and I do what we have to do. If you want the jewels valued you must bring your valuer to the jewels—not vice versa. The final share-out will be decided when the stones have been valued, but will not take place until the boat is in the water.’
‘You talk as though you do not trust us,’ said Morese.
‘I don’t,’ I said bluntly. I jerked my thumb at the Contessa. ‘Your friend here is blackmailing us into all this, so I don’t see where the trust comes in.’
His face darkened. ‘That is unworthy of you.’
I shrugged. ‘Say, rather, it is unworthy of her. She started all this and those are the facts.’