The Satanist (59 page)

‘Was she…’ Barney gulped, ‘was she looking all right?’

‘Well, she was a bit dishevelled and pale. No doubt she was tired from the journey. But otherwise she looked quite normal.’

By this time it was close on one o’clock; so C.B. asked the landlord to serve lunch for them in the private room in order that they could continue their talk without being overheard. It was not the first time Verney had made such a
request, and the landlord willingly agreed.

After they had had a round of drinks they all felt better, and over the good meal that followed they were able to discuss the affair with relative calmness. But they got no further. When they had finished their meal C.B. told Barney that as no action could be taken for the moment, and he looked all in, he was to go home and to bed, so as to catch up on his loss of sleep. The others agreed to keep in touch in case of any fresh development, and before they separated it was agreed that they should all meet at Verney’s office at nine o’clock the following morning.

On the Monday C.B. arrived at his office a little early to find that Otto was already there waiting for him. Without any preamble the scientist announced, ‘They are in Switzerland; I’m sure of it.’

Verney’s long face lit up. ‘I supposed that they had come down near this mountain hide-out of Lothar’s only to refuel from it, and that by this time they would have flown on to Russia. If you are right we may get them yet. But what makes you so certain that they are in Switzerland?’

‘I couldn’t swear to that, but I’ve spent several holidays in Switzerland and now I’ve been able to see more of the locality I’m convinced that it can be in no other country. Yesterday, in the evening, I got through to Lothar again, He was with the big American and they were standing on the rock platform outside the cave looking down into the valley, and all the features in it were of the kind I have seen in scores of Swiss valleys.’

C.B. picked up a ruler from his desk and stepped over to a big map of Europe that hung on the wall behind his chair. Stuck in it there were many pins with different coloured heads, the significance of which were known only to him and the senior members of his staff. Using the ruler as a rough measure, he said:

‘Could be. From Cambridge to the southern tip of Norway or the frontier of Switzerland is just about the same distance – roughly five hundred miles. This aircraft had a fuel range of seven hundred, so he could have headed northeast
for a hundred miles then swing right round to south south-west and gone in over Belgium with still enough fuel to carry him well into Switzerland. As only the radar screen that covers the Iron Curtain countries was alerted, he would have outflanked that, too. Have you any idea what they are up to in this cave?’

‘I hadn’t last night; but I have now.’ Otto’s face suddenly became grim. ‘I woke about seven and succeeded in getting another look round the cave. I found that it is really a big curved tunnel. Its other entrance is from another broad outjutting shelf that cannot be seen from the valley below because it is hidden by a spur of the mountain. On it Lothar has a rocket, a mass of gear and…’

‘A rocket!’

‘Yes. As he has any amount of money he would have had no difficulty in getting a rocket shell and parts made to his specification, and he could assemble them himself. But, of course, it wouldn’t have been any use to him unless he could get proper fuel and a war-head; so those he had to steal. Anyhow, on the far shelf outside the cave a twentyfive-foot rocket is lying, the drums containing my fuel are in a stack nearby, and for a launching pad he could not have a better base than the solid rock.’

‘Good God, man!’ C.B. exclaimed, aghast. ‘D’you mean that he is intending to launch it?’

‘There doesn’t seem much doubt about that. At seven o’clock he, Colonel Washington, and a thick-set dark man were all hard at work round a forge, adapting the casing of the war-head from the bomb to serve as a cone for the rocket.’

At that minute Colonel Richter was shown in. When Verney told him the alarming news his rat-trap mouth worked silently for a few moments, then he said, ‘Well, we’ve got something to be thankful for. Neither the fuel nor the H-bomb head have reached the Russians; and it doesn’t look as though they are likely to.’

‘But…’ Verney began.

‘I know, Colonel; I know,’ the American cut in. ‘Instead
of having been left standing by an enemy agent, we have a madman on our hands. And the sort of party he may start with that war-head is no laughing matter. Still, with luck we might locate and grab him before he has a chance to set it off. If not it’s going to be just too bad for quite a lot of Swiss.’

‘I can’t offer any concrete proof that this place is in Switzerland,’ Otto said a shade hesitantly, ‘although I’ve the strongest possible feeling that it is. But saying I’m right, there must be hundreds of valleys similar to the one I saw in my vision, and I’ve no means of directing you to it.’

‘Only a small percentage of them would have cable railways,’ replied Richter quickly. ‘But what I don’t get is why this crank should want to launch a rocket. And why do it in Switzerland? What does he expect to gain by killing a lot of Swiss? Mad he may be, but there must be some object that his crazy brain is aiming to achieve.’

‘Because he launches it from Switzerland it doesn’t follow that the war-head will explode there,’ remarked C.B. Then he turned to Otto and asked, ‘Can you give us any idea how far the fuel he’s got would carry his rocket?’

After thinking for a moment the scientist said, ‘I can give only an answer that may be widely out. So much depends on the weight of his rocket but, if it conforms to normal standards, I’d say that with my new fuel he could send a rocket of that size anything from four to eight hundred miles.’

Richter’s heavily-lidded eyes opened wide, and he exclaimed, ‘Snakes alive! Then if he has the know-how to direct it accurately he might put it down on Paris, London or Berlin.’

‘He has the know-how all right,’ Otto replied glumly. ‘He has been a top-line rocket scientist from the Peenemünde days, and that is sixteen years ago. But he won’t put it on Berlin. My family is of German extraction, and Lothar has always had a passion for the Fatherland.’

The door opened and Barney came in. He made a quick apology to his Chief for being late, explaining that a learner-driver
had run into his taxi, so held him up while a policeman was taking notes. Then he said excitedly,

‘I’ve got something here, Sir, that may prove important Mrs. Morden thrust it on me just before we left the Cedars on Saturday night. Owing to all that happened afterwards I forgot about it, and yesterday afternoon I was so dead beat that I simply threw my clothes on the floor and flopped into bed. This morning when I picked them up I came across it in my pocket. It’s a spool of recorder tape.’

Verney took the small nail-varnish carton and shook out the spool; then he switched on the inter-com. and asked for a tape-recorder machine to be sent up. Five minutes later the tape was inserted in the machine and being played back.

An American voice said harshly, ‘Get your clothes off,’ then Mary’s voice came, panic-stricken and pleading that she really had not meant to run away. Next second her piercing screams rang through the room, followed by a ghastly sobbing, then silence.

Beads of sweat had broke out on Barney’s face. Fiercely he exclaimed, ‘The swine! The swine! Then she did try to escape from him but he caught her. Oh, the swine! What did he do to her!’

‘Shut up,’ snapped C.B., for Mary’s voice was coming from the machine again, but now it was quite normal. She was saying, ‘I behaved very stupidly yesterday when you were telling me about human sacrifice. If I am to be a really good witch I ought to prepare myself to witness such ceremonies…’

There followed her conversation with Wash which had culminated in his describing to her exactly how her husband had been murdered. Then there came another short silence.

‘By jove, she’s got us the goods!’ Even C.B. could not suppress the excitement in his voice. ‘What courage! Just think What she must have gone through without giving in; and the skill she showed in leading him in the trap. She deserves a decoration.’

Mary’s voice came again, but this time so low that it was hardly more than a whisper. She said. ‘This is Mary Morden
with a message for Colonel Verney, care of Special Branch, Scotland Yard. Mary Morden for Colonel Verney. Anyone who comes into possession of this spool should take it at once to the nearest police station. You will have heard my screams. I was being tortured by a Colonel Washington of the U.S. Air Force in a house called the Cedars near Fulgoham. It was he, too, whom you heard give particulars of the murder of my husband. Colonel Washington brought me here last Saturday night from a Satanist Temple at Cremorne…’

While they listened with bated breath Mary went on to relate how she had gone to the Temple because she had recognised her dead husband’s shoes on Ratnadatta’s feet. After describing them she again spoke of Wash, giving a brief outline of his personality and background. Then she said,

‘If Colonel Washington’s confession to having witnessed the murder of my husband is not sufficient to arrest him on, some pretext for removing him from his command should be found at once; because he may endanger peace. He says his flying career may soon be brought to an end by the introduction of rockets, and I believe he is planning to start a new career by going over to the Russians. He says that Russia will never attack the U.S., but the U.S. may be driven by economic reasons to attack Russia. He thinks that given peace Russia will be able to wreck the commerce of the West and so dominate the world in ten years’ time. Therefore she would lay down the red carpet for anyone who could bring about the abolition of all nuclear weapons. A way to do this would be to drop an H-bomb on Switzerland. Neither side would take action while trying to find out who dropped the bomb. Meanwhile, eyewitness reports of the horrors caused would lead to the democratic Governments of the West being forced by their people to agree a pact with the Soviet Government to scrap all nuclear weapons. The Russians could then go ahead without fear with their programme of underselling the West in the world’s markets and conquest by peaceful penetration.
Colonel Washington could fly one of his big aircraft out at any time, drop an H-bomb on Switzerland, and fly on to reap a great reward in Russia. It is imperative that he should be deprived of the power to do so. Mary Morden for Colonel Verney, care of Scotland Yard.’

Dramatically the whispering ceased and the tape came to an end. For a moment the four men standing round the machine remained white-faced and silent. Then C.B. looked across at Otto and said.

‘You were right. They are in Switzerland. But why, instead of taking one of his bombers and dropping the bomb, did Washington take only the war-head for use with the rocket?’

‘Because in the Satanic hierarchy Lothar is his boss, and Lothar wanted it that way,’ replied the scientist.

‘But why?’ Verney asked again.

‘Only one answer to that,’ snapped Richter. ‘Lothar doesn’t mean the big bang to take place in Switzerland. He has just kidded Washington along about that. He means to launch his rocket so that it hits some place else; and that could start a world war.’

‘No.’ C.B. shook his head. ‘Forewarned is forearmed. He’s got only one war-head. God knows that’s bad enough. But as the Russians won’t have launched it they will believe one of ours has gone off through some ghastly accident; so they won’t follow it up with others. We must send out a signal to all concerned that we are expecting a maniac to launch one, and that the Russians have no hand in it, so there is to be no retaliation.’

‘You are assuming that he will aim it on London or Paris,’ said Otto quickly.

‘Of course. He is a Communist, or at all events he worked willingly for the Russians for years.’

‘He worked for the Russians, but he was never a Communist. He is a dyed-in-the-wool Nazi. Over and above that, though, he is a Satanist. His aim is to disrupt all stable forms of government; to create a state of world anarchy, so that it becomes every man for himself, and in a
new era of complete lawlessness and disorder the Devil will come into his own again.’

‘Well, what do you deduce from that?’ asked Richter sharply.

‘That if his rocket had the range to do it he would try to land it on New York; because it is the United States that he hates with a positive fanaticism. As it is he’ll probably put it down on the other side of the Iron Curtain, hoping that the Russians will retaliate and blow most of the American cities off the map.’

‘Maybe you’ve got something there,’ the American admitted. ‘I doubt though if Moscow would fall for that. He could aim it at Prague or Budapest, but I don’t see the Russians entering on an all-out war because one of their satellites has been blitzed. They’ll not risk their own cities being laid in ruins. It would be a different story if he could put it down in Moscow, but Moscow is thirteen hundred miles from Switzerland; so praised be the Lord, he can’t.’

‘One moment,’ Barney cut in, addressing Otto. ‘Have you any idea how high above sea level this cave is where Lothar has his rocket?’

‘From what I know of the Alps it would be anything between eight and ten thousand feet.’

‘Well, the atmosphere must be much more rarefied at that height. Isn’t that going to decrease the resistance to the rocket on its take-off and greatly increase its range?’

‘Otto stared at him appalled. ‘You’re right!’ he muttered. ‘You’re right! It could double it. It could give him the thirteen hundred miles he’d need to land it on Moscow.’

‘God help us all that’s it then!’ Verney smashed his fist down on his desk. ‘Even if we warn the Russians in advance they’ll never believe that we didn’t launch the rocket. Within minutes of its landing they’ll retaliate on America and Britain with everything they’ve got. At any moment now the world may go up in flames.’

Mary sat hunched in the aircraft. In front of her Wash’s huge shoulders blocked out the greater part of the dimly lit instrument panel. Faintly she could hear him humming to himself and, now that he was in his favourite element – the air – he seemed completely happy and relaxed. Behind her Lothar was sitting. She had caught only a glimpse of him as Wash had hurried her into the plane, but she was terribly conscious of his nearness to her and could actually feel on her spine the chill that emanated from him.