Authors: Dennis Wheatley
It was late in the evening when Wash roused her to say that another meal was being prepared for them by the Chinese cook. At the far end of her cabin there was a small basin with running water, and above it a nine by four inch mirror. Getting up, she washed and tidied herself as well as she could, then joined Wash in the dining cabin.
He mixed drinks for them, this time having first gone to the entrance of the cave and broken off some icicles to chill the spirit; then Mirkoss came in and the Chinese served them with a dinner of sorrel soup, wild duck and a vanilla soufflé. When coffee arrived Mirkoss declined it and left them, but they sat over theirs for some time drinking with it a Swiss Apricot Brandy that seemed positively the essence of the rich ripe fruit.
They were on their third glass of this delicious local liqueur when both of them instinctively turned round. Their senses, not their hearing, had told them of the approach of
the Great Ram, and he was standing silently behind them in the doorway. Ignoring Mary, he said to Wash:
‘I do not need your help tonight but I shall require it tomorrow morning. You will be called at first light and we will set to work soon after dawn.’
‘Just as you say, Exalted One,’ Wash replied submissively; then he added, ‘It shouldn’t be a long job to fit a coupla time fuses to it. Reckon we could be done and on our way in the aircraft round about midday.’
‘It is not my intention to explode the war-head up here,’ announced the Great Ram calmly.
Wash gave him a puzzled look. ‘Not here! But for why, Chief? Where could you find a site more suitable?’
‘In a narrow valley such as this the effect of the explosion would be too localised. The blast could wreck only a few small villages and the fall-out beyond them would be negligible.’
‘Hey, have a heart, Chief! That’ll be plenty for our purpose. There’s no sense in blotting out more folks than need be.’
‘Some thousands at least must die if we are to achieve our object of horrifying everyone in the N.A.T.O. countries,’ declared the Great Ram in an icy voice.
‘But, Exalted One,’ Wash protested, coming to his feet, ‘you’ve got the darned thing up here now. I saw Mirkoss’s Chinks humping it in. It would be simple to time fuse it to go up a coupla hours after we’ve quit, but one helluva job to hump it some other place and rig electric batteries to set it off. If it disintegrates a single village that’ll sure be enough to scare the pants off every citizen in Europe.’
‘There will be no necessity to transport it anywhere. I intend to adapt its case so that it can be launched from this cave as the war-head of a rocket.’
‘A rocket!”
‘Yes. I had the parts manufactured by a number of different firms, and Mirkoss and I have assembled them here. I have also secured a supply of the latest rocket fuel; so nothing remains to be done but to work out the weight-fuel
ratio, now that the weight of the war-head is available to me, and to attach it to the body of the rocket. The calculations I shall do tonight. Tomorrow your strength may prove of value in lifting the war-head into position for Mirkoss and I to fix it; and, unless some quite unforeseen difficulty arises, we should be able to launch it on Tuesday.’
‘But what’s to be your target, Chief? What’s to be your target?’ Wash asked in a puzzled, anxious voice. ‘No one’s ever accused me of having a yellow streak when it comes to taking life. No, sir! Not when it’s been to forward Our Lord Satan’s work, or my own. But to put this thing down on a city doesn’t make sense to me. It’ll get all the write-up we want without that; and there’s mighty few places of any size that hasn’t a few Brothers or Sisters of the Ram among its citizens. You sure can’t wish to blot…’
‘I did not say I intended to drop it on a city,’ the Great Ram interrupted coldly. ‘But I cannot afford to risk the effect being localised to this one narrow mountain valley and a radius of only a few miles of almost uninhabited country. For a target I have selected the small town of Saanen, in the foothills on the far side of this range. Apart from the mountain areas it is in one of the least populated parts of Switzerland, and almost equidistant from Berne, Lausanne and Interlaken. All of them are a good thirty miles from Saanen, so should not be affected by the initial shock. As for the fall-out, wherever we create the explosion that will be dependent on wind and weather, and Our Lord Satan’s will. And now, on this question, you will not presume to argue further.’
Turning on his heel he left them, and for a few moments Mary and Wash stared after him in silence. Then, with a shrug of his great shoulders, Wash said, ‘He’s right. To put this thing over a hundred-per-cent, there’s just gotta be at least one township blown sky-high. Must be, so as the newsreel boys can get their pictures and show the world what nuclear war would mean. And let’s face it, honey, what do a few thousand deaths matter, if that insures against millions being slaughtered in a few years’ time?’
Mary found it difficult not to agree, providing that his basic premises were right. But she still could not believe that the United States would ever attack Russia without provocation, and that if matters were left as they were an all-out war between the East and West was inevitable. She said so, and they argued for another hour, but found themselves going round in circles, so at last broke off and went moodily to bed.
As Mary had slept most of the day she had a thoroughly bad night. For hours she tossed and turned in the narrow bunk, trying to think of some way in which she could get a warning of the Great Ram’s intentions to the Swiss authorities; so that, even if they were not in time to stop him launching the rocket, they could at least evacuate the town of Saanen and its surrounding district. Yet she knew that such mind-searching was utterly futile, because up there in the cave she was as completely shut off from the outside world as if she had been on a desert island in the Pacific. At length she fell into a half-sleep made hideous by nightmare visions of collapsing walls, houses in flames, and screaming, terrified people. Finally her mind became a blank for a couple of hours, but when she was woken by the Chinese cook she had the impression that she had been asleep for only a few minutes.
A quarter-of-an-hour later she joined Wash and Mirkoss at breakfast. They had been up since before dawn working on the rocket, and as soon as they had finished eating they returned to it. Knowing that the Great Ram would be with them, so she need have no fear of suddenly coming face to face with him, she decided to explore the cave.
She found it to be a good two hundred yards in length, curving round to another entrance at its far extremity. Tiptoeing forward to within about forty feet of the opening, she stood for some minutes watching the activity going on there. To one side there was a stack of what looked like oil drums, to the other an open shed housing a glowing furnace at which Mirkoss was hammering on a piece of whitehot metal. Outside in the centre of a broad rock platform
lay the rocket, half hidden by a cluster of upright steel girders, a derrick with heavy lifting chains, a pumping apparatus and all sorts of other paraphernalia, among which the Great Ram and Wash were working.
Turning, she made her way back more slowly, exploring as she went the shallow sheds that lined the walls of the cave. Some contained stores of various kinds, including a big cache of tinned food, others were sleeping cabins; and one was obviously the Great Ram’s work room, as it had maps pinned up on its walls and contained a table-desk and filing cabinets.
In several places between blocks of two or three sheds there were lower tunnels running in at right angles to the sides of the big one. She cautiously explored them in turn, to find that some of them had pieces of machinery in them. They were all quite short and ended abruptly in a sloping rugged surface; so she thought it probable that most, if not all, of this big hole in the mountain owed its existence to mining operations which had later been abandoned.
Near the end of the tunnel to which the cable railway mounted, she came upon three other cabins of special interest. One was evidently the Great Ram’s bedroom, the next a bathroom and the last equipped with wireless apparatus.
The bedroom she did not dare to enter. A glimpse of a small altar in it on which stood a human skull that had been made into a chalice was enough to make her shut the door quickly and pass on; but in the radio room she stood for a long time, wondering if she could possibly send a message by the set. Unfortunately she was totally ignorant of everything to do with such things and had never even learned the Morse alphabet, so she was forced to abandon the idea.
However, the bathroom was a most welcome discovery, as it provided her with the means of whiling away an hour or two and, having collected from her suitcase her toilet and manicure things, she spent the rest of the morning there.
Wash and Mirkoss took barely a quarter-of-an-hour over
their lunch, then hurried back to work; so she was again left to her own devices for the whole afternoon. With the idea that she might possibly suborn the Chinese cook, she visited his galley and attempted to enter into conversation with him; but she found that he did not understand a word of English, or French, which was the only foreign language of which she had a smattering. The other Chinese, she concluded, lived down below in the engine-house, and were brought up only when required for special jobs; so it seemed that there was very little chance of her getting a message out by one of them.
Nowhere could she find anything to read, even if she could have settled to it; so in desperation she returned to the bathroom where she spent a good part of the afternoon washing her hair and trying out different methods of arranging it so as to render as little conspicuous as possible the quarter inch of undyed gold that had grown up from her scalp.
Somehow she got through the hours until the early evening and when Wash and Mirkoss had bathed she joined them for dinner. The Hungarian was perforce, as usual, silent, but Wash was nearly silent too, which was most unusual for him; so Mary asked him the reason.
At first he hedged, saying that he had had a long day, and on heavy work of a kind to which he was not accustomed. But when Mirkoss had left them she pressed him further, and he said in a low voice,
‘I’m having kittens, honey. The Big Chief’s playing some deep game of his own. He’s flat lied to me over this rocket set-up, and if he’ll do that about one thing he’ll do it about another. Could be that now he’s gotten all the help he wanted from me, he means to do me dirt.’
‘That’s bad,’ she whispered back with quick concern. ‘What sort of lie has he told you?’
‘He said he meant to aim the rocket to fall on a little burg called Saanen. You heard him, last night. Well, we worked like buck solidly all day and the rocket’s set up. Wants only the right amount of gas pumped in and she’ll
be ready to go. But her mechanism is not adjusted to send her in the right direction. Saanen is over the range to the west of here. Must be if it’s half-way between Lausanne and Interlaken. The rocket is oriented near due north-east, so he must mean to send it some place else.’
‘Did you question him about it?’
Wash ran a hand through his almost white hair before he replied in the same hushed, conspiratorial voice, ‘Nope. My Satanic name’s not Twisting Snake for nothing. Times are when it pays best to let the other feller think he’s got away with playing you for a sap. He’s more like to show his hand then. Gives you a better chance of saying snap.’
‘Have you any idea where he might mean to send the rocket?’
‘I had one notion. It can’t be right, though. Doesn’t make sense. Yet if I were right you and I have got no future. I’d give a mighty fat wad to be a hundred-per-cent certain that I’m wrong.’
‘I think you could, without much difficulty.’
He gave her a quick look. ‘Tell, honey.’
‘While you were all working this morning I explored the whole place pretty thoroughly. Near the far end of the tunnel he has an office. There are maps on the walls and papers scattered over the desk. All his calculations must be there somewhere. If you could get in…’
‘That’s certainly an idea. Wonder if he keeps it locked.’
‘As he doesn’t bother to lock it in the daytime, I don’t see why he should at night. Up here there is certainly no risk of burglars.’
‘Sure, honey, sure.’ Wash gave a sudden grin. ‘Then we’ll go along presently and have a look-see. Whether he ever sleeps or not I wouldn’t know, but there’s Mirkoss and the cook, so we’d best give the place a chance to settle down.’
For another hour and a half they continued sitting at the table, occasionally exchanging a remark or taking a sip of the Apricot Brandy, then Wash stood up and said in a whisper, ‘Let’s get weaving. Go quiet as you can. I’ll follow
you. Pull up on the outer curve of the tunnel ten yards before you come to his office. Point it out to me as I pass, then keep your eyes and ears on stalks. Anyone coming don’t cough; just start walking on again natural. I trained my hearing young on the prairie, so I’ll catch your footfalls and be out alongside you time you come opposite the office door. Then if it’s the Big Chief I’ll tell him I was taking you to have a sight of the rocket in the moonlight. O.K.?’
She nodded and he followed her out. The lights along the roof of the tunnel were kept on night and day, and in all the cabins there were pilot lights that gave out a faint blue radiance, like those in the sleepers of International Pullman cars. Very quietly they walked down two-thirds of the length of the tunnel, then she halted and followed his instructions. The door of the office was not locked and he was in there a good ten minutes. To her it seemed an interminable time as she strained her ears for approaching footsteps, and her eyes into the semi-gloom behind her. But at last he emerged, and closed the door gently after him.
Taking her arm, and still walking softly, without uttering a word he led her back to the dining cabin. There, in the brighter light, she saw that his normally ruddy face had gone a queer shade of grey, and that his black eyes held a murderous glint.
‘Well,’ she asked in a whisper.