The Savage Gorge

His lips tightened. He turned his head away so Paula would not see the cold fury in his eyes. From that moment on he couldn't wait until he met Neville Guile in a quiet place and slowly strangled him.

He lit a rare cigarette and when he turned to face

Paula again his expression of listening to every word she said had returned. She concluded with her walking away from the cottage with the crooked chimney back across the bowl to the parked car.

'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I should never have taken the risk…'

'Wrong!' he exploded. 'You were right. Haven't I always told every member of the team they must use their initiative? Which is exactly what you did. It may have been pretty grim for you, but you proved you can – and do – think for yourself.'

'Thank you,' she said quietly.

'The next problem is to get rid of the body of the fiend who attacked you.'

'It's already been done. On my way along the corri dor to get here I met Harry. He said the thug's name was Ned Marsh – he found his passport on his body in the cottage. With the help of Archie MacBlade he carried the body back up to Black Gorse Moor, found the tunnel I'd been in and the vertical drop. They dumped the body down the tunnel – it went all the way down. MacBlade said Guile is always checking. When he phones Marsh on his mobile during the night and gets no reply he'll send another thug at once to drive the truck. Haifa ton of rubble will be emptied down the tunnel. The thug who tried to rape and kill me will never be found.'

'Solves one problem,' Tweed commented.

'I'm perplexed,' said Paula. 'Nothing links up. Mystery One – Harry tracks Falkirk up here. We follow. Mystery Two – we find Hartland Trent mur dered, his place ransacked. Mystery Three – how does Lord Bullerton fit in? Mystery Four – why is Neville Guile visiting this part of the world? Then, what is happening on Black Gorse Moor with that network of tunnels?'

'You left out one more,' Tweed remarked. 'Who really hired Falkirk, private detective?'

'And,' she added, 'I haven't seen Chief Inspector Roadblock for some time.'

Tweed chuckled. 'That's because I phoned Buchanan and asked him to recall the gentleman to London. His new task? To call at every residence in the Lynton Avenue area to ask if they saw anything. He gets no reply since they're on holiday. He has to persist until he meets them.'

'Which will take him forever. All those houses.'

'That's my idea. Can't have him up here messing up the whole case. But our main task remains the same – to identify the murderer.'

'Any suspects yet?' she coaxed.

'I think a large part of the motive is Black Gorse Moor.'

The pleasant maid had cleared the breakfast clutter, but Paula was still puzzled by Tweed's reply. Another factor entered her mind. She looked across to where Tweed was perched on the edge of his bed, studying his notebook.

'Noak Island. Could that be important? Somewhere remote out in the Atlantic?'

'All great minds think alike.' He smiled. 'I was just wondering about that myself.'

'And there's a strange item in the paper. Something about Asiatic pirates who grabbed a big oil tanker, fully laden, about seven months ago.'

'I spotted that too.'

Tweed stopped talking as someone rapped on the door.

He had his Walther behind his back as he unlocked the door. Outside Archie MacBlade stood with Falkirk. MacBlade smiled as he politely put the ques tion.

'Any chance of our having a confidential chat now?'

'Perfect timing. I have Paula with me. Come in. Seat yourselves while I listen.'

MacBlade chose a large couch after hugging Paula, asking how she was, whether she had slept well.

'Very OK,' she said with a warm smile. 'Slept solidly the whole night through.'

Falkirk had joined MacBlade on the couch. MacBlade waved a hand at his companion.

'Think it was time I came clean. I was the one who hired our mutual ally, Falkirk.'

SIXTEEN

Tm stunned,' said Paula.

'Why?' asked Tweed.

' I’d never have guessed that in a hundred years,' she exclaimed.

' Why?' demanded Tweed.

'Because,' MacBlade explained, 'I needed someone first-rate to check on Neville Guile, to find out every thing he could about the villain. I could hardly come to you, Tweed – not with you running your own show, as you always do. We've been discussing Guile's secret island, Noak. The mysterious Noak out on the Gulf Stream.'

'Could be idyllic,' Paula mused. 'Palm trees and coconuts.'

'Or something grimmer,' said Falkirk, with a warm smile.

It was the first time she'd seen Falkirk relax. She found she was beginning to like this tough lean-faced man.

'I need every bit of information you've dug up,' Tweed said very seriously.

There was another tapping on his door. Again he concealed his Walther behind his back before unlock ing the door. Marler was standing outside with a long cardboard roll tucked under his arm. Tweed lowered his voice.

'I have Archie MacBlade and Falkirk with me. Paula too. We are beginning to discuss Neville Guile's secret island, Noak.'

'Which is why I've come to see you. I now know a lot about how to get to the place. There are traps.'

'You'd better come in and join the party, then.'

Introductions were swiftly over. Marler laid the cardboard roll on the cleared table they were now gathered round.

He looked at Tweed for a signal.

'Do I reveal everything I've discovered?'

'Everything,' Tweed assured him.

'This map,' Marler began, 'I obtained from a mariner friend high up in his service. They know of the island's existence but do not know it belongs to Neville Guile. Here goes…'

From the cardboard roll he extracted a large map, spreading it to flatten it. Paula immediately recognized it as showing the western coast of Brittany, the Channel Islands, a vast stretch of the Atlantic with another island well to the west of the Channel Islands group. The island was circled in red.

Near the bottom of the large sheet was another map, a detailed outline of Noak. A drawing on this map showed steep cliffs and a section of dotted lines shaped like a triangle with the narrowed apex ending at a gulch. Marler pointed to the dotted lines projecting into the Atlantic.

'That's the trap,' he explained. 'Guile has sophisti cated radar which picks up any vessel approaching Noak.'

'Is there a gap covering a landing point invisible to this radar system, maybe caused by the high over hanging cliffs?'

'Clever girl,' Marler said with an admiring smile. 'That is where we land without Guile knowing we've arrived. Tricky, but I could manage it.' He looked round the table. 'Presumably the vessel available will be crewed by me and Falkirk?'

'No,' snapped Tweed. 'Has it ample capacity for more people?'

'Yes. It's very roomy. Has a small stateroom.'

'Then it will also be crewed, as you put it, by me, Paula and Harry. We need power in case we come up against guards.'

'True.' Marler stood up, the map rolled and back in its case. 'I've got things to arrange, consult someone about weapons.' Both Tweed and Paula knew he meant Harry, but was being typically cautious since MacBlade and Falkirk were present. He turned at the door.

'Timetable? I can be ready within two days, even by tomorrow.'

'In case of emergency think of tomorrow,' Tweed decided.

MacBlade and Falkirk left soon after him. Paula waited until they were alone before she voiced her doubts.

'Aren't we leaving Gunners Gorge before we've checked it out thoroughly?'

'Yes, we are,' Tweed agreed. 'But Neville Guile is one of a number of strong suspects. I need to find out what he's up to on this mysterious island of Noak. He's rushed off, and my instinct is that he's on his way there.'

'What's next today, then?'

'A visit by both of us to Hobart House. I want to interrogate Bullerton's two daughters, Sable and Margot. Girls can be very observant.' He smiled. 'They have been known to listen unseen at closed doors…'