Read The Portuguese Escape Online
Authors: Ann Bridge
Tags: #Thriller, #Crime, #Historical, #Detective, #Women Sleuth, #Mystery, #British
âThen when?'
âWe shall have to let you know that. I'll make a signal to Madrid tonight, and tell them to arrange for him to come on a morning planeâthen I can ring you up.'
âIf you ring up you should be most careful. Ought we not to arrange a form of words for the message, so that others do not understand?'
âGood girl!' Torrens said. âYes, I think all we need do is to tell you which day. One of us will drive you out to the airport.'
âI'll do that,' said Richard. âIf you let me know the day and time, Torrens, I'll bring the Countess out to Portela.'
âYou can invite me for “drinks” when you telephone,' Hetta said, with a sudden small laugh.
When this was settled Atherley reversed out onto the main road, Torrens walking to guide him; he continued to drive without lights till they were just entering Cascais, when he switched them on to pass through the town. Presently he was startled by some small strangled sounds beside himâthey sounded like sobs. âHetti, what on earth is the matter?' Atherley asked.
âNothing. I am simply silly again. But to see
him
, after all these people here!âyou cannot know what this is.'
âYes, I'm very glad. But cheer up now,' Richard saidâmoved, and therefore embarrassed, he patted her shoulder rather awkwardly with his left hand.
âHullo, there seems to have been a smash,' Torrens said. âHad we better stop and see if the people are all right?'
Richard, who had begun to drive rather fast once he was on the Tagus speed-way, braked; a little way ahead a car was tilted up against a bank hideous with the puce-and-whitewash flowers of mesembryanthemum, a revolting plant beloved of Portuguese road-planners. A man and a woman stood by it.
âIt is Yulia!' Hetta exclaimed, as they came to a halt.
âBy God, so it is!' Torrens said, jumping out. âJulia, what on earth has happened? Are you all right?'
âSome bastards quite deliberately crowded us into the bank,' Townsend Waller said. âForced us in. Don't know if they meant to tip us over, but they meant to stop us, because they pulled up just in front.'
âThey caught our wing,' said Julia. âBut Townsend's quite rightâthey overhauled us after we got through Cascais, and crowded us inâthey weren't drunk, it was done on purpose. They came back and gave us the onceover, and swore in Spanish and drove away.'
Torrens and Atherley exchanged glancesâthe latter walked quickly back to his own car and switched off the headlights; then he returned to the group.
âWas it an open tourer?' Torrens was asking Julia.
âYes, it wasâwith three men in it.'
âWas one of them a fisher-lad in a check shirt?' Richard asked.
âOh, let's leave all that, Atherley,' Torrens said hastily. âJulia, I expect you got the number of the car?'
âNaturally,' she said, in her slow tones. âBut I can't read it to you, since Richard has plunged us all in darkness.'
âNo, don't botherâyou can give it to me later. I think we'd better get home. Have you got your things out, Juliaâ bag and coat and so forth?'
âOh noâI forgot my bag.' She went and groped for it in the tilted car; then Torrens hustled them all into Richard's Bentley.
âI'll sit in front, if you'll forgive me,' the Major said.
âRichard, can you cope with the wreckage?' Julia asked from the back seat as they drove offâagain without headlights.
âOh yesâI'll see that someone goes over tonight. Don't worry.'
âI'm not. Do you realise that you're driving without lights?'
âOh, so I am. Well I don't really need them here with these arc-lights,' Richard said easily.
It was only about a mile-and-a-half farther on that they came on an open touring car drawn up, also without lights, at the side of the great road. âSlow down,' Torrens muttered to Richard. âJulia, is that the car?' he asked, leaning back.
âYes, that's it,' said Julia surprised. âGoody! Shall we ram
them?
'
âNo. Step on it, Atherley.'
Richard pressed hard on the acceleratorâthe Bentley roared forward.
âThey'll never catch this carâthat's only a Vanguard,' he said.
In Monte Estoril he swung up to the left, and began to twiddle his way through the maze of small tree-shaded residential roads which link it to Estoril proper, switching on his sidelights as he did so.
âWhere are you going?' Torrens asked in a low voice.
âI thought we'd drop the little Countess, and perhaps Townsend too,' Richard answered in the same tone.
âA good idea.'
Atherley knew the two Estorils well, and presently pulled up outside the Casino, which overlooks the public gardenâscores of cars were parked there.
âTownsend, I wonder if you would take the Countess home; it's only a few steps,' he said, getting out and holding open the rear door.
âWhy of courseâI shall be delighted.'
âWill you not all come in and have drinks?' Hetta, who was learning western ways, said as she got out.
âNot tonight, Hetti, thank you so much. We had better get on.' While Hetta was thanking Julia, Richard drew Townsend a little aside.
âTake her right up to the apartment, and see that Dorothée or the maid is there before you leave her,' he muttered.
âBut why,' Townsend beganâRichard interrupted him.
âI'll explain tomorrow. Do what I say now, there's a good fellow. Would you mind making your own way home? So sorry, but I don't want to hang about tonight. I should take the train if I were you.'
âThat's pretty slowâI can get a taxi.'
âAll the same I should take the train. And don't
talk
to anyone about this, whatever you do.'
âAll right. I shall look forward to the explanation!' said Townsend, with his usual good-nature. Richard turned back to Hetta.
âGood night. Sleep well.'
âThank you.' Then she reached up to whisper in his ear.
âNo, he doesn'tâyou're quite right. And not a word to anyone else,' Richard muttered.
âBut naturally.'
When the pair had walked off towards the Castelo-Imperial Richard turned the car and drove back on his tracks into Monte Estoril.
âWhere now?' Julia asked.
âHome, but via São Pedro da Cintra, I thought.'
The car was climbing a hill; it passed through a small square with a bus-stop sign, and in a few moments was out in open country.
âIt's
miles
round,' Julia protested.
âIt won't take us long,' Richard replied, opening the
throttle and at last switching on his headlights; the great car roared through the night.
âWell, now perhaps one of you will explain,' Julia said, in slow resigned tones. âYou seem to know quite a bit about these types who ditched us. What goes on?'
âWe'd better tell her everything, Atherley,' Torrens said. âShe'll find out for herself if we don't!âand she's completely reliable. Anyhow it looks as if we may need to make use of her before we're through, if things here are as hot as this already.'
âVery wellâyou go ahead and tell her. The priest is your export drive, not mine,' said Richard coolly.
Torrens proceeded to tell Julia the whole business of Father Antal; then of the watcher they had surprised among the rocks at the Guincho, and the car that had driven off.
â
I see
,' she said slowly. âThat's how you knew about the tartan shirt. I suppose they took Mr. Waller and me for you, Hugh.'
âI imagine they were waiting for both carsâfirst ditch one and then the other,' he replied, rather sombrely. âOnly Atherley was too quick for themâin every sense of the word. You're sure they swore in Spanish when they found you weren't what they were looking for?'
âCertain.
Carajo
and plenty more in the same strain. Quite like old times in Morocco, isn't it?'
âA good deal too like to please me.'
âWell, what's the next move?'
He told her of the plan for Hetta Páloczy to meet the plane, so that someone might recognise, indubitably, the Hungarian.
âI don't much like little Hetti getting mixed up in this,' Julia objected. âCan't you get someone else? Some of all these Hunks here are bound to know him by sight.'
âWe might use Dorothée!' Richard put in, with his loud short laugh.
âMy dear Julia, she's mixed up in it already,' Torrens said. âTheir spotter at the Guincho will certainly have seen herâshe was sitting right by the rail of that balcony in a blaze of light. And besides, doesn't it occur to you that they must know perfectly well that she's here, after
the roaring publicity of her getting out? If I know anything of them they will also knowânobody betterâthat she's been living in his house in Hungary for the last six years. Your little Hetti is involved up to the neck, whatever we do or don't do.'
âThen you ought to warn her, Torrens,' Richard said abruptly. He was disturbedâall these implications had not occurred to him.
âOh, she'll know. These behind-the-curtain people can make rings round us,' Torrens saidâand Richard, remembering Hetta's whisper to him about Townsend Waller, realised that the Secret Service man might be right. âNo, she's the person to do the plane jobâit can't make things any worse for her. But you might suggest that she wears a veil, Atherley. Pity she's so short; it makes her terribly recognisable.'
âNot here,' said Julia. âNo Portuguese women are tall. Oh, here we are at São Pedroâsharp right, Richard.'
They sat in silence for a little as Atherley drove down the familiar road towards the distant lights of Lisbonâall slightly uncomfortable. Torrens was reflecting that he would need to satisfy himself pretty thoroughly as to the hide-out arranged by Mr. Melplash; to be of any use it would have to be thug-proof indeed. Richard was worrying about Hetta. He recognised that what Torrens had said about her being already deeply involved was obviously true, but he didn't like it any the better for thatâ and what on earth would the Ambassador say if he himself got still more mixed up in this affair? Julia was also worrying about Hettaâand about her press car. âHow will you get my chariot mended?' she asked presently.
âOh, I'm glad you reminded meâwe'll go to a garage on the way home and see about it. Where do you keep it?'
âAt the Ericeirasâin the stables. They're vast.'
âYes, I've always understood that that establishment is like a small town in itself, for all it's in the middle of the city,' Richard said.
âAtherley,' Torrens put in, âmight it be a good plan if you got that car number from Julia, and mentioned it to the police? They might haul them in, or lay them a stymie, anyhow.'
âI can't have them hauled in simply for tonight's performance, Torrensâthat would be quite impossible, and particularly bad from your point of view, I should have thought.'
âI didn't mean that, naturallyâthat
must
be kept quiet. But couldn't they be had up for something else?'
âI'll see. I daresay Colonel Marques of the Special Police could fix it; he's very resourceful.' He pulled up. âGive me that number,' he said, and wrote it among the telephone numbers in his diary by the faint dash-board lightâthen he drove on through Bemfica, with its lights and tram-lines, and into the city itself, where he presently drew up outside a large garage. âGive
meyour
car-number,' he said.
Julia gave itâXL61-91-91. Richard turned the figures into Portuguese aloudââX.L.
seiz um nove um nove um.
' He went in, and returned after a moment or two.
âThey're sending the breakdown van at once. I gave no name, just told them to report to me at the Chancery. They do most of the Chancery work, so they'll fix it properly and ask no questions.' He got in. âNow, Julia, we'd better drop you nextâ' he stuck his wrist out towards the dashboard, and looked at his watch. âGood Lord, it's after midnight! Have you got a latch-key?'
âHeavens noâthat's not at all in the tradition,' Julia said, with her slow giggle. âBut I shall get in all right. An old old night-watchman sits just inside the front door, in one of those leather chairs with a high hooded back with brass nails in itâdo you know?âto let in late-comers.'
âGood God!' Torrens said.
When they reached the Ericeira town mansion, with its barred windows in the vast baroque frontage giving on a high narrow street, Julia proved to be correct. She got out, lifted a huge bronze knocker on the great panelled double door, and gave two gentle taps; a sound of shuffling feet was heard inside, the door opened a crack, and the aged retainer appeared in the aperture.
â
Boa noite
, Manoel,' Julia said cheerfully.
â
Boa noite, Minha Menina,
' the ancient responded, with a happy toothless grin.
Richard had got out to see her in.
âJulia, do let me look at the chair.'
âOh, all right. O Manoel, this Senhor wants to see your chair. He comes from the
Embaixada Inglesa. Pode ser?
'
â
Pode, pode
,' Manoel repliedâRichard stepped into the immense shadowy hall, and admired the chair. âMarvellousâ-just the place to park Hugh's priest!' he said. âGood night, Juliaâthank you for the party. I'll ring you up about your wreckage.'
âNow, where do you want to go?' he asked Major Torrens, getting in and shutting the car door.
âI'm not quite sure,' the Major replied. âWe're so late that I doubt if I can get hold of Melplash tonight anyhow. Would it be a nuisance just to drive past my place, and see if there are any signs of our friends? They seem so unexpectedly well-informed.'
âNo trouble whatever. Where is your place?'