Алистер Маклин - Santorini

‘Of course,’ Talbot said. ‘See to it now, would you, Number One. After that, let us foregather for the last supper.’

Van Gelder looked through the opened doorway. ‘It’s already getting dark, sir. You don’t feel like waiting for the dawn before we take off?’

‘Nothing I’d like better than to wait for the dawn. But we have this duty to our fellow man.’

‘We have to be brave, noble and self-sacrificing?’

‘The sooner we take off, the easier will lie the heads along the Potomac. Not to mention, of course, those on the Kilcharran and Ariadne. ’

Denholm looked from Talbot to Van Gelder. His face registered an expression of near incredulity.

‘Am I to understand, Captain, that you and Lieutenant-Commander Van Gelder are sailing on the Angelina ?’

Talbot shook his head. ‘I suppose it had to come to this, Number One. Junior officers questioning our nautical expertise.’

‘I don’t understand, sir. Why on earth are you and Number One going along on the Angelina ? I mean–’

‘We are not going along on the Angelina. We are taking the Angelina. Professor Wotherspoon and his wife are the people who are not going. They don’t know that yet, of course. The good Professor is going to be very wroth but it’s difficult to please everybody.’

‘I see, sir. Yes, I see. I should have guessed. I’d like to come along, sir.’

‘Yes and no. You shall come along, but not on the Angelina. You will take the launch. You won’t start up the engine until we’re at least three miles clear. We don’t want, you understand, to precipitate any premature big bangs.’

‘And then we follow you at that distance?’

‘Not so much follow us as circle us at, of course, the same prudent distance of three miles. Your purpose, again, of course, is to ward off and warn off any unsuspecting vessels that come too close.’

‘And then help tow you back here?’

‘When we’ve dumped the mine and sailed on a sufficiently safe distance, we’ll start the engine and head back. A tow would help. Or perhaps the Admiral will fetch us in the Ariadne. We haven’t decided yet and at the moment it’s not important. But what I’m about to say is important.

‘You will take along with you Chief Petty Officer McKenzie, Marine Sergeant Brown and Petty Officer Myers to operate the radio. Most importantly, you will also take with you, suitably wrapped in plastic, the krytron detonating device and conceal it well. I suggest under the floorboards of the wheelhouse. You will instruct Petty Officer Myers to take along the smallest portable transceiver he can lay hands on and conceal it in the same place. Make sure the floorboards are securely nailed down afterwards.’

‘May I ask the reason for this excessive secrecy, sir?’

‘You may not for the excellent reason that I have no reason to give you. The best I can do is to wave a vague hand and say that I am preparing for unforeseen eventualities. The trouble with the unforeseen is that it is unforeseeable. You understand?’

‘I think so, sir.’

‘I suggest you go now and alert your crew. And for God’s sake don’t let anyone see you wandering around with the krytron under your arm.’

Lieutenant Denholm left. Hawkins said: ‘There are times, Captain, when I feel I have to say, with regret of course, that the truth is not always with you. I mean the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.’

‘I agree, sir,’ Van Gelder said. ‘Sets a very bad example for junior officers.’

Talbot smiled. ‘Be ye as pure as snow ye shall not escape calumny. Something like that. We captains become inured to such injustices. I have the odd feeling – all right, all right, Vincent, let’s settle for just a few microscopic traces of Highland blood – that Andropulos is going to be asking the odd casual question at table tonight. I suggest we have Dr Wickram up here.’

Andropulos did indeed have the odd casual question to ask at table that night but he was in no hurry to introduce them. It was not until after they had finished the main course that he said: ‘We do not wish to pry, Captain, nor ask questions about purely naval matters which should be none of our concern. But whatever is happening surely does concern us, whether directly or indirectly, and we are but human and very, very curious. We can all see that the Angelina is alongside with that highly suspect atomic mine lashed down in its cradle on the deck. I thought the intention was to sail it away with all possible speed?’

‘We shall be doing just that, Mr Andropulos. In the fullness of time, by which I mean after we’ve finished dinner. You will not be happy until it is gone?’

‘I confess I will feel a considerable degree of relief when I see the Angelina disappearing over the horizon, and with a clear sky and an almost full moon we should be able to see just that. Selfish? Cowardly? Maybe, maybe not.’ Andropulos sighed. ‘I do not see myself in the role of hero.’

‘I don’t see myself as such. No sensible person does.’

‘But, surely – well, that atomic mine is still highly unstable, is it not?’

‘I don’t think it’s quite so highly dangerous as it was. But why ask me? You’re sitting next to the expert.’

‘Of course. Dr Wickram. How do you see things now, sir?’

‘The Captain is right, or I hope he is. The radioactive emanations of the hydrogen missiles, from which of course the atomic mine is now separated, have an extremely limited range. They are no longer affecting the mine which should be now slowly beginning to stabilize itself. But I have to emphasize that it’s a slow process.’

‘How long will it be before it has fully stabilized itself? By which I mean when will it reach a condition when a passing vessel’s engines will have no effect on it?’

‘Ah. Well, now.’ Wickram’s tone was the verbal equivalent of a shrug. ‘As I’ve said, we’re in the realms of the unknown, the untested, but I have been making some calculations. Difficult calculations involving some rather advanced mathematics so I won’t bother you with those, but my estimate is that the mine should be quite safe in twelve hours at the most. Possibly even in six hours. At a lesser time than that – well, the risk would be unacceptably high.’

‘Damn you to hell, Talbot,’ Wotherspoon said. His voice was low and controlled but the ivoryknuckled fists showed the depths of his anger. ‘It’s my boat you’re talking about. It’s not the property of your damned Navy!’

‘I am aware of that, Professor, and I’m most damnably sorry about it.’ Talbot was with Hawkins, Wotherspoon and his wife in the admiral’s cabin. ‘But you are not coming along. Did you honestly imagine that the Royal Navy would idly stand by and let you, civilians, risk your lives for us?’ Talbot smiled. ‘It’s not only our duty but we’re getting paid for it.’

‘It’s not only bloody high-handed, it’s piracy! Hijack. That sort of illegal behaviour you’re sworn to destroy. You are, of course, prepared to resort to force in order to restrain me.’

‘If we have to, yes.’ Talbot nodded to the opened, darkened doorway. Wotherspoon turned, caught sight of three large figures half-hidden in the gloom. When he turned back, he was literally speechless with fury. ‘It’s the last thing we want to do,’ Talbot said, ‘and it’s totally unnecessary.’ He let an element of coldness creep into his voice. ‘Quite frankly, Wotherspoon, my primary concern is not your welfare. I think you’re being most extraordinarily selfish and totally inconsiderate. How long have you been married, Mrs Wotherspoon?’

‘How long have–’ She tried to smile but her heart wasn’t in it. ‘Almost six months.’