`It's beastly, horrible,' Diana burst out. 'Another poor blonde girl…'
Tweed put an arm round her shoulder, glanced across at Butler's table. 'Better get to bed,' he suggested.
He saw Butler leaving his table as he escorted her from the restaurant with Newman at his heels. They rode up in the elevator in silence. Diana unlocked her door, said Good Night, closed it. Tweed took Newman by the arm.
`We have to move fast. Everything's happening. Go over to the Movenpick. Wake up Pete Nield. Kick down the door if necessary. He's to get dressed, pack his case, pay his bill and be back here in ten minutes. Pack your own case. I'm going up to pack mine. I'll pay your bill. I want to be out of here in fifteen minutes. Now, I must have a word with Butler…'
`Where are we going?'
`Travemunde. I want you to drive there like hell. It's all exploding as I predicted. See you…'
He beckoned to Butler who had just stepped out of the elevator, took him along to his room and closed the door.
At that hour, with Newman driving, they made record time to Travemunde. At Tweed's instruction Newman parked the Audi near the police station. With Newman on one side and Nield on the other, Tweed explained as they walked along the waterfront.
Nield, you're a qualified radio op. Are you rusty?'
`Hardly. I'm a radio ham in my spare time. That is, what spare time I get. Why?'
`Can you handle the latest transceiver aboard a power cruiser?'
`I'll give it a try.'
`What are we up to?' Newman asked.
`Heading for the Sudwind. I've told you about the signal Kulhmann gave me. We're going to follow the Nordsee in the Sudwind. I trust one of you can navigate at night?'
`I'll give it a try,' said Newman. 'What about the Sea King?'
`Casey's trying to track the Nordsee. My bet is it has Dr Berlin at the helm, that he's heading for the Skagerrak. His ultimate destination could be England. I think he's taking that huge drug haul with him. Lysenko's audacity has gone overboard. It does happen. A man holds a job too long – thinks he can get away with anything. Although, using Balkan is clever, I admit.'
`Who is Balkan?' Nield asked.
`Here's the landing stage,' Tweed said, ignoring the question. `We have water to drink.' Newman was carrying a large plastic canister Tweed had obtained from the manager of the Jensen.
Tweed led the way, feet clumping rapidly along the planks of the landing stage, carrying his suitcase in his right hand. He was about to cross the gangway on to the Sudwind when Newman rested the container on the stage and grasped him by the arm.
`Let me check. I'm armed.'
`You didn't take that Luger with you…' Tweed glanced at Newman… on your recent trip?'
`Of course not. I gave it to Toll. He put it in a safety deposit box at a local bank, left the receipt and a letter in a sealed envelope for me at the Movenpick. I collected it a few days ago.'
Newman opened his jacket, revealed the hip holster. A pro had once told him never to use a shoulder holster. 'Takes half an hour to drag the thing out,' he'd warned. Newman extracted the Luger, took out the torch Stahl had given him and went aboard the darkened vessel.
Tweed glanced round. The waterfront was deserted. Lights showed in the portholes of some of the moored craft, including Ann Grayle's sloop. There was no wind, the air was stuffy, the sky above studded with enormous stars. Nield followed his upward glance.
`A clear night – should be good for radio transmission. And I'm armed, too.' He produced a Walther automatic. 'By kind permission of Kuhlmann. Harry has another one.' He looked at the Sudwind as Newman reappeared.
`Come aboard,' Newman called out. 'All clear.'
`You go aboard,' Tweed told Nield, handing him his case. `Get everything ready for immediate departure. I have a call to make from the local police station. Back in five minutes.'
He got through to Monica quickly. She sounded relieved to hear his voice. She's holding the fort all night long Tweed thought.
`I'm so glad you've called, Tweed. A message has just come in from Butler. Speaking from Lubeck Hauptbahnhof. Reads as follows. "Diana has flown the coop. Boarding the night express for Copenhagen. Arrives Copenhagen 0645 hours. Will leave any message Royal Hotel. Butler." ' Monica paused briefly. 'He sounded in a rush. Action this day, as Churchill used to say?'
`Very much so..
`I'll sleep here. Good luck.'
Copenhagen? Why Copenhagen, Tweed wondered as he hurried to the Sudwind. And why had Diana panicked? Newman had the engine throbbing as tie went aboard and entered the wheelhouse.
`We can go any time,' Newman reported. 'This is going to be one hell of a chase. Berlin will be able to move as fast as we can. Want a cup of water?'
`Yes, please.'
Tweed extracted the packet of Dramamine he always carried for sea sickness, popped one of the yellow pills in his mouth and swallowed water. Nield, who was fiddling with the powerful transceiver, watched with amusement.
`It's calm as the proverbial millpond.'
'A glass of water wobbling on a table can make me feel very queasy.' Tweed used his pen to write on a notepad lying on the chart table. 'Here is the call signal, waveband, etc. Casey is operating on from the Sea King. He's Walter Three. Well, can you operate that thing?'
'You're joking? Give me a few minutes to get the hang of it.' He took the sheet of paper Tweed tore off the pad. 'I tell this Casey what when I make contact?'
'Everything. That we're pursuing the Nordsee. That we need regular fixes on that vessel's position and course.' Tweed glanced briefly at the chart Newman had spread out over the table. 'Where did you get this?'
'From that stack of rolled charts under the table. Very well equipped, this cruiser, for going almost anywhere. And as I told you earlier, we have full fuel tanks.'
'How long to reach Copenhagen?'
'Be there by morning.'
'That is,' Tweed amended, 'if he takes the eastern route through the Oresund. He could veer west and use the western channel between the Danish islands of Fynn and Sjelland..
'Casey will be able to guide us – when I get through to him,' Nield said.
'Ready to move?' Newman asked. 'Right. Cast off, Pete.' 'I'll give a hand,' Tweed said.
'You'll feel queasy,' Nield said as he led the way down the gangway.
'Oh, do shut up!'
Nield waited at the stern while Tweed released the bow rope from the bollard, ran back on board and heaved the gangway on deck. Nield stared, surprised at his chief's strength. Then he dealt with the stern rope, threw it on board and leapt after it as the Sudwind drifted away from the landing stage. Newman gently increased power, the cruiser moved out into the channel and he swung the wheel north – north for Copenhagen.
Tweed sat on the edge of a bunk in the large cabin, acutely miserable. He kept checking his watch. The Dramamine took full effect in half an hour. Nield appeared at the door.
'I've made contact with Walter Three. The Nordsee is heading for the Oresund. It's Copenhagen.'
Tweed shook his head. 'I think he'll proceed through the narrows and into the Kattegat. Can't Newman keep this thing on a more even course?'
`He's doing just that. Sea's calm. Lovely night for our cruise…'
`Do shut up!' Tweed repeated.
When Nield had gone he closed his eyes, but only for a moment. The pitching sensation seemed to increase. He looked again at the two new locks which had been forced open, the steel chisel and hammer lying on the bunk alongside him. He forced himself to his feet, went to one of the large damaged drawers, opened it. Empty. He checked the second drawer. Also empty. He took a deep breath and heaved himself up the steps to the bridge which was enclosed and roofed over. Newman was helmsman while Nield crouched over the transceiver with his headset.
`Damned rough, isn't it?' he remarked.
`Rough?' Newman stared at him. 'A trifle choppy, that's all. We're in the open Baltic. And Casey wants to know whether he should radio the harbour master at Copenhagen – get the Nordsee stopped and searched.'