Puppet on a Chain

'I suppose you got that from the police car?' I said.

'You suppose right.'

'I should have checked on that.'

'You should.' Van Gelder sighed. 'I knew you would come, but you've come a long way for nothing. Turn round.'

I turned round. The blow that struck the back of my head was delivered with nothing like the vigour and the pride in his handiwork that Marcel had displayed, but it was still enough to stun me for a moment and bring me to my knees. I was vaguely conscious of something cold and metallic encircling my left wrist and when I began to take an active interest in what was going on around me again I found that I was sitting almost shoulder to shoulder with Belinda, handcuffed to her right wrist and with the chain passing through the metal hand grip above the trapdoor. I rubbed the back of my head tenderly: what with the combined efforts of Marcel and Goodbody and now van Gelder, it had had a rough passage that day and ached abominably just about wherever a head could ache.

'Sorry about the head,' van Gelder said. 'But I'd as soon have put handcuffs on a conscious tiger. Well, the moon's almost obscured. One minute and I'll be gone. Three minutes and I'll be on terra firma.'

I stared at him in disbelief. 'You're going down?'

'What else? But not quite in the way you imagine. I've seen the police cordon getting in position — but no one seems to have caught on to the fact that the tip of the crane extends over the canal and at least sixty feet beyond the cordon. I have already lowered the hook to ground level.'

My head hurt too much for me to come up with a suitable comment: in the circumstances, there probably was none. Van Gelder slung his gun crosswise over one shoulder and secured the puppet with cord over his other shoulder. Then he said softly: 'Ah, the moon is gone.'

It was. Van Gelder was only a vaguely seen shadow as he crossed to the door let into the front of the cabin near the control panel, opened it and stepped outside.

'Goodbye, van Gelder,' I said. He said nothing. The door closed and we were alone. She caught my handcuffed hand.

'I knew you would come,' she whispered, then, with a flash of the old Belinda: 'But you did take your time about it didn't you?'

'It's like I told you — the managerial classes always have things to attend to.'

'And did you — did you have to say goodbye to a man like that?'

'I thought I'd better — I'll never see him again. Not alive.' I fumbled in my right-hand pocket. 'Who would have thought it? Van Gelder, his own executioner.'

'Please?'

'It was his idea to lend me a police taxi — so that I would be instantly recognizable and easily tailed wherever I went. I had handcuffs — I used them to secure Goodbody. And keys for the handcuffs. These.'

I unlocked the handcuffs, rose and crossed to the front of the cabin. The moon was behind a cloud, true enough, but van Gelder had overestimated the density of the cloud: admittedly, there was no more than a pale wash of light in the sky but enough to let me see van Gelder, about forty feet out now, the tails of his jacket and the gown of the puppet being tugged by the high wind, as he scuttled like a giant crab across the lattice framework of the boom.

My pencil flash was one of the few things that hadn't been taken from me that day. I used it to locate an overhead breaker and pulled the lever down. Lights glowed in the control panel and I studied it briefly. I was aware that Belinda was now standing by my side.

'What are you going to do?' She was back at her whispering again.

'Do I have to explain?'

'No! No! You can't!' I don't think she knew exactly what I intended to do, but from what must have been some element of irrevocable finality in my voice she clearly guessed that the results of whatever action I took would be of a very permanent nature. I looked again at van Gelder, who was by now three quarters of the way out towards the tip of the boom, then turned to Belinda and put my hands on her shoulders.

'Look. Don't you know that we can never prove anything against van Gelder? Don't you know he may' have destroyed a thousand lives? And don't you know he's carrying enough heroin with him to destroy another thousand?'

'You could turn the boom! So that he comes down inside the police cordon.'

They'll never take van Gelder alive. I know that, you know that, we all know that. And he has a riot gun with him. How many good men do you want to die, Belinda?'

She said nothing and turned away. I looked out again. Van Gelder had reached the tip of the boom and van Gelder was wasting no time, for immediately he swung out and down, wrapped his hands and legs -around the cable and started to slide, moving with an almost precipitate haste for which there was ample justification: the cloud band was thinning rapidly and the intensity of light in the sky increasing by the moment.

I looked down and for the first time could see the streets of Amsterdam, but it was no longer Amsterdam, just a toy town with tiny streets and canals and houses, very much like those scaled-down railroad models that one sees in big stores at Christmas time.

I looked behind me. Belinda was sitting on the floor again, her face in her hands: she was making doubly certain that she couldn't see what was going to happen, I looked towards the cable again, and this time I had no difficulty at all in seeing van Gelder clearly, for the moon had come from behind the cloud.

He was about half-way down now, beginning to sway from side to side as the high wind caught at him, increasing the arc of his pendulum with the passing of every moment. I reached for a wheel and turned it to the left.

The cable started to ascend, van Gelder ascending with it: astonishment must have momentarily frozen him to the cable. Then he clearly realized what was happening and he started sliding downwards at a much accelerated speed, at least three times that at which the cable was ascending.

I could see the giant hook at the end of the cable now, not forty feet below van Gelder. I centred the wheel again and again van Gelder clung motionless to the cable. I knew I had to do what I had to do but I wanted it over and done as quickly as was humanly possible. I turned the wheel to the right, the cable started to descend at full speed, then abruptly centred the wheel again. I could feel the shuddering jerk as the cable brought up to an abrupt standstill. Van Gelder's grip broke and in that moment I closed my eyes. I opened them, expecting to find an empty cable and van Gelder vanished from sight, but he was still there, no longer clinging to the cable: he was lying, face down, impaled on the giant hook, swaying to and fro in ponderous arcs, fifty feet above the houses of Amsterdam. I turned away, crossed to where Belinda sat, knelt and took her hands from her face. She looked up at me, I had expected to find revulsion in her face, but there was none, only sadness and weariness and that little-girl-lost expression on her face again.

'It's all over?' she whispered.

'It's all over.'

'And Maggie's dead.' I said nothing. 'Why should Maggie be dead and not me?'