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〃Giuseppe Palermo。〃
〃That mobster！ So the noble Lord； along with his grand larceny； is an associate of convicted felons。〃
〃You know him； then？〃
〃Yeah。〃 Durand saw no point in elaborating upon the fact that he and Palermo had spent two prison terms together。 〃I want to talk to him。〃
The talk was brief and one…sided。 Durand said： 〃We've got Lord Worth's daughters prisoner。 We're going to bring them toward the living quarters here； but we don't want you taking our two aces away from us。 You'll stay inside in your quarters。 If you don't you're gonna hear a lot of screaming and see pieces of fingers or ears dropped through your windows。 I hope you believe me。〃
Palermo believed him。 Palermo had a reputation for ruthlessness that matched Durand's； but it couldn't begin to match Durand's unholy joy in sadism。 Durand was perfectly capable of not only doing what he threatened but of deriving immense satisfaction in so doing。
Palermo returned to his Oriental quarters。 Durand called up Rindler on the walkie…talkie and told them all to e across； including Campbell； the pilot。 Campbell was tough and resourceful and it was just possible that； by standing up； he could slip his manacled arms over the back of his seat； step through them and take off。 Whether he would have enough fuel for the return flight would be a problem for him； even though he would almost certainly head not for Florida but for the nearest spot on the mainland； which would be due south of New Orleans。
As the prisoners and guards disembarked from the helicopter Durand said： 〃Acmodations？〃
〃Plenty。 There are spare rooms in the oriental quarters。 There's Lord Worth's private suite。〃
〃Lockups？〃
〃What do you mean？ This isn't a prison。〃
〃Storerooms？ Ones that can be locked from the outside？〃
〃Yes。〃
Durand looked at Larsen consideringly。 〃You're being very co…operative； Larsen。 Your reputation says otherwise。〃
〃Two minutes' walk around and you could confirm all I'm saying for yourself。〃
〃You'd like to kill me； wouldn't you； Larsen？〃
〃When the time is ripe； yes。 But it's not yet ripe。〃
〃Even so。〃 Durand produced a pistol。 〃Stay about ten feet away。 You might be tempted to grab me and try to make the men let the girls go。 A tempting thought； no？〃
Larsen looked at him yearningly and said nothing。
The girls； the pilots and their four escorts arrived。 Durand said： 〃Well； now； we gotta find some suitable overnight acmodation for you。〃 He led the way to the first of several storehouses and opened the door to reveal a room packed roof…high with canned goods。 He shoved Campbell inside； locked the door and pocketed the key。 The next storehouse contained coils of rope； a powerful smell of crude oil and an active； scuttling population of those indestructible creatures； cockroaches。 Durand said to the two girls： 〃Inside。〃
The girls took one shuddering look； then turned away。 Marina said： 〃We will not go inside that disgusting place。〃
Kowenski said in a gently chiding voice which accorded ill with the Colt he held in his hand： 〃Do you know what this is？〃 Rindler had a similar weapon trained on Melinda。
Both girls glanced briefly at each other and then； in what was obviously a prepared and rehearsed movement； walked toward the men with the guns； seized the barrels with their right hands and hooked their right thumbs behind their trigger forefingers； pulling the guns hard against themselves。
〃Jesus Christ！〃 Durand was badly shaken； he had run up against many situations in his life； but this one lay far beyond his most remote conception。 〃You trying to mit suicide？〃
Melinda said： 〃Precisely。〃 Her eyes never left Rindler's。 〃You're lower than those horrible cockroaches in there。 You are vermin who are trying to destroy our father。 With us dead； you won't have a single card left to play。〃
〃You're crazy！ Simple plain crazy！〃
〃Maybe；〃 Marina said。 〃But for crazy people our logic is pretty good。 With nothing to tie his hands you can imagine how our father will reactespecially since he and everyone else will believe that you murdered us。 He won't have to go to the law； of course…you simply have no idea what power a few billion dollars can bring to bear。 He'll destroy you and all your people to the last man。〃 She looked at Kowenski with contempt。 〃Why don't you press the trigger？ No？ Then let go your gun。〃 Kowenski released his gun and Rindler did the same； and the girls dropped them to the deck。
Melinda said： 〃My sister and I are taking a walk。 We will return when you have quarters prepared fitting for Lord Worth's daughters。〃
Durand's face had definitely lost color and his voice was hoarse and not quite steady as he tried to regain a measure of authority。 〃So take your walk。 Heffer； go with them。 Any trouble； shoot them in the legs。〃
Marina stooped； picked up Kowenski's Colt； walked up to Heffer and rammed the muzzle into his left eye。 Heffer recoiled； ho wring in agony。 Marina said： 〃Fair deal。 You shoot me through the leg…now； I mean…and Til blow your brains out。〃
〃God's sake！〃 Durand's voice was almost imploring。 He was one step removed from wringing his hands。 〃Somebody's got to go with you。 If you're out there on your own and in no danger； Palermo's men will cut us to pieces。〃
〃What a perfectly splendid idea。〃 Marina lowered the pistol and looked in distaste at Heffer； a rodent…faced creature of indeterminate age and nationality。 〃We see your point。 But this…this animal is not to approach within ten yards of us at any time。 That is understood？〃
〃Yes； yes； of course。〃 If they asked him for the moon； Durand would have somehow levitated himself and got it for them。 Having overwhelmingly displayed what it was to have seventeen generations of highland aristocratic ancestry behind them； the two girls walked away toward one of the triangular perimeters。 It was fully twenty yards before they both began； at the same instant； to tremble violently。 Once started； they could not control the trembling and they prayed that the following Heffer could not notice it。
Marina…whispered shakily： 〃Would you do that again？〃
〃Never； never； never。 Fd die。〃
〃I think we came pretty close to it。 Do you think that Michael and John would be shaking like us after an experience like that？〃
〃No。 If there's any truth in what Daddy hints； they'd already be planning what to do next。 And Durand and his obnoxious friends wouldn't be shaking either。 Dead men don't shake very much。〃
Marina's trembling turned into a genuine shiver。 〃I only wish to God they were here right now。〃
They stopped ten feet short of the platform perimeter。 Neither girl had a head for heights。 They turned and looked northeastward as the distant and muted roar of an aircraft engine came to their ears。
Durand and Larsen heard it at the same time。 They could see nothing because dusk had already fallen； but neither man had any doubt as to the identity of the approaching helicopter and its occupants。 With some satisfaction Durand said： 〃pany。 This has to be Lord Worth。 Where will they land？〃
〃The southeast helipad。〃
Durand glanced across the platform to where the two girls were standing with Heffer； gun carried loosely in his right hand； less than the regulation ten yards away。 Satisfied； Durand picked up his machine pistol and said： 〃Let's go and wele his lordship aboard。 Aaron； e with us。〃
Larsen said： 〃You'd better hope Lord Worth proves more tractable than his daughters。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
Larsen smiled in sardonic satisfaction。 〃You caught a couple of tigresses by the tails； didn't you？〃
Durand scowled and walked away； followed by Larsen and Aaron； the latter armed similarly to Durand。 They reached the southeast helipad just as the North Hudson helicopter touched down。 Lord Worth himself was the first out。 He stood at the foot of the steps and stared in disbelief at the armed men。 He said to Larsen： 〃What in God's name goes on here？〃
Durand said： 〃Wele aboard the Seawitch； Lord Worth。 You can regard me as your host and yourself as a guest…an honored guest； of course。 There has been a slight change of ownership。〃
Tm afraid that this man here…his name is Durand and I assume that he is one of Cronkite's lieutenants…〃
〃Cronkite！〃 Durand was jarred。 〃What do you know about Cronkite？〃
〃I can hardly congratulate him on his choice of lieutenants。〃 When Lord Worth poured on his icy contempt he used a king…sized trowel。 〃Do you think we are such fools as not to know who your employer is？ Not that Cronkite has long to live。 Nor you； either； for that matter。〃 Durand stirred uneasily…Lord Worth sounded far too much like his daughters for his peace of mind。 Lord Worth directed his attention to Larsen。 〃One assumes that this ruffian arrived with acplices。 How many？〃
〃Four。〃
〃Four！ But with Palermo and his men you have over twenty！ How is it possible…〃
Durand was back on balance。 When he spoke it was with a slight； if logical； smugness。 〃We have something that Larsen hasn't。 We have your daughters。〃
What was apparently pure shock rendered Lord Worth temporarily speechless； then in a hoarse voice he said： 〃Great God almighty！ My daughters！〃 Lord Worth could have had his Oscar just for the asking。 〃You…you are the kidnaper？〃
〃Fortunes of war； sir。〃 It said much for Lord Worth's aristocratic magnetism that even the most villainous eventually addressed him in respectful tones。 〃Now； if we could see the rest of the passengers。〃
Mitchell and Roomer descended。 In tan alpaca suits and horn…rimmed glasses they were innocu…ousness personified。 Lord Worth said： 〃Mitchell and Roomer。 Scientists…geologists and seismologists。〃 He turned to Mitchell and Roomer and said dully： 〃They're holding my daughters captive aboard the Seawitch。〃
〃Good God！〃 Mitchell was properly shocked。 〃But surely this is the last place…〃
〃Of course。 The unexpected； keeping a couple of steps ahead of the opposition。 What'd you e here for？〃
〃To find new sources of oil。 We have a perfectly equipped laboratory here…〃
〃You could have saved your time。 Can we search your bag and your friend's？〃
〃Have I any choice？〃
〃No。〃
〃Go ahead。〃
〃Aaron。〃
Aaron carried out a quick examination of Mitchell's bag。 〃Clothes。 Some scientific books and scientific instruments。 Is all。〃
Dr。 Greenshaw clambered down the ladder； reached up and relieved the pilot of various bags and boxes。 Durand looked at the door and said： 〃Who the hell is he？〃
〃Dr。 Greenshaw；〃 Lord Worth said。 〃A highly respected doctor and surgeon。 We did expect a certain amount of violence aboard the Seawitch。 We came prepared。 We do have a dispensary and small sick bay here。〃
〃Another wasted trip。 We hold all the cards； and violence is the last thing we expect。 We'll examine your equipment too； Doctor。〃
〃If you wish。 As a doctor； I deal in life and not in death。 I have no concealed weapons。 The medical code forbids it。〃 Greenshaw sighed。 〃Please search but do not destroy。〃
Durand pulled out his walkie…talkie。 〃Send one of Palermo's men across here with an electric truck…there's quite a bit of equipment to pick up。〃 He replaced his walkie…talkie and looked at Mitchell。 〃Your hands are shaking。 Why？〃
〃I'm a man of peace；〃 Mitchell said。 He crossed his hands behind his back to conceal the tremor。
Roomer； the only man to recognize the signals； licked his lips and looked at Mitchell in exaggerated nervous apprehension。 Durand said： 〃Another hero。 I hate cowards。〃
Mitchell brought his hands in front of him。 The tremor was still there。 Durand stepped forward； his right hand swinging back as if to strike Mitchell open…handed； then let his hand fall in disgust； which was； unwittingly； the wisest thing he could have done。 Durand's mind was incapable of picking up any psychic signals： had it been so attuned； he could not have failed to hear the black wings of the bird of death flapping above his head。
The only person who derived any satisfaction； carefully concealed； from this vignette； was Lar…sen。 Although he had talked to Mitchell on the telephone he had never met him…but he had heard a great deal about him from Lord Worth； more than enough to make him realize that Mitchell would have reduced Durand to mincemeat sooner than back down before him。 Mitchell had taken only seconds to