Алистер Маклин - River of Death

‘Twenty minutes. No more.’

‘And dawn is in about the same time?’

‘About.’

‘It’s starting to get light already. They could still attack before your friends get here.’

‘Most unlikely. In the first place, it’ll take von Manteuffel and his minions some time to get organised and if we can’t hold them off for a few minutes after that then we’ve no right to be here in the first place. Secondly, as soon as they hear the sound of the helicopter engines they’re going to forget all about us.’

It was becoming quite light now but still the courtyard remained deserted. If von Manteuffel and his men were preparing to launch an attack they were being extremely discreet about it.

By and by Ramon said: ‘Engines. I can hear them now. They’re coming in from the south.’

‘I don’t hear them myself, but if you say they’re coming in, then they’re coming in. Do you see what I see, Ramon?’

‘Yes, indeed. I see a man on the roof of their mess hall with a pair of binoculars to his eyes. He must have good hearing, too. The legs?’

‘If you would.’

In his typical one-sweep movement Ramon lifted his rifle and squeezed the trigger. The man with the binoculars collapsed to the roof then, after some seconds, scuttled crab-wise away on two hands and a knee, dragging a useless leg behind him.

Hamilton said: ‘Our friend, General von Manteuffel, must, as they say, be losing his cool or he wouldn’t have taken a stupid liberty like that. I don’t think we’ll be seeing any more sky-watchers.’ He paused. ‘I can hear them now.’

The sound of the aero engines was now unmistakable and increased rapidly in strength as the craft approached: finally, the rackety clamour of the engines reached an almost intolerable pitch as three large gunships began to descend between the reverberating walls of the cliffsides.

Hamilton said: ‘Inside, I think.’

Maria paused in the doorway. ‘Okay to look?’

Hamilton pushed her roughly inside and behind a wooden partition where he joined her.

‘Napalm, you ninny. Some of that stuff could fly loose.’

‘Rockets? Bombs?’

‘Jesus! This is an historic monument.’

Moments later, almost having to shout to make herself heard over the clamour, she said: ‘That awful smell.’

‘Napalm.’

‘Shouldn’t we – shouldn’t we go out and help them?’

‘Help them? We’d only be in their way. Believe me, those lads don’t require help of any kind. And has it occurred to you that they’d probably mow us down before we got three paces beyond that doorway? They don’t know who we are and airborne commandos have the odd habit of shooting you first and asking who you are afterwards. A little discretion and patience until peace and calm reign again.’

The peace and calm came within two minutes. The sound of the helicopter engines died away. A klaxon sounded, presumably to indicate an all-clear. Not one shot had been fired.

Hamilton said: ‘I think the intrepid Captain Hamilton and his gallant crew may now safely risk a peek outside.’ They filed out through the open doorway.

Three gunships stood in the courtyard before the ziggurat. The ruins of the ancient city were ringed with smoke from the still burning napalm. At least fifty commandos, looking very tough and very competent and certainly armed to the teeth, had their guns trained on about three dozen of von Manteuffel’s followers, while four commandos, one of them carrying a carton of handcuffs which had been brought along for the purpose, moved along them securing their wrists behind their backs. In the forefront of the captives was von Manteuffel himself, already handcuffed.

As Hamilton and the others reached the centre of the courtyard an army officer advanced to meet them.

‘Mr Hamilton?’ he said. ‘Major Ramirez. At your service.’

‘You have already been of more than enough service.’ They shook hands. ‘We are most grateful. That really was efficient.’

‘My men are disappointed,’ Ramirez said. ‘We had expected a rather more – ah – challenging training exercise. You wish to leave now?’

‘An hour, if we may.’ Hamilton pointed to von Manteuffel. ‘I’d like to speak to that man.’

Von Manteuffel was brought forward between two soldiers. His face was grey and without expression.

Hamilton said: ‘Major, this is Major-General Wolfgang von Manteuffel of the S.S.’

‘The last of the infamous Nazi war-time criminals, no? I do not have to shake hands?’

‘No.’ Hamilton looked consideringly at von Manteuffel. ‘You have, of course, murdered Colonel Spaatz. And Hiller. Along, of course, with Dr Huston, his daughter, scores of Muscias and God knows how many others. To every road there is an end. With your permission, Major, there are a couple of things I would like to show von Manteuffel.’

Accompanied by a group of soldiers armed with shovels, powerful electric torches and two large battery-powered floodlamps, they made their way towards the base of the ziggurat.

‘This ziggurat is unique,’ Hamilton said. ‘Every other known one is solid throughout. This one has been hollowed out and honeycombed like the great Egyptian ones. Please follow me.’

He led them along a winding, crumbling passage-way until they came to a low, vaulted cavern, smooth-walled, with no further passageway leading from it. The floor was deeply covered with broken fragments of rock and a great deal of gravel to a depth of between one and two feet. Hamilton spoke to Ramirez and indicated a particular area: eight soldiers with shovels immediately began to excavate this area. In a short time an area of about six feet by six had been cleared to reveal a square slab of stone with an inset iron ring at either end. Crowbars were inserted into the rings and the slab, not without some considerable difficulty, lifted clear.

A shallow flight of stairs led down from the opening in the cavern floor. They moved down these, along a rough-hewn passage and halted before a heavy wooden door.

Hamilton said: ‘Well, Serrano, this is where you come into your own. As for you, von Manteuffel, let your last reflections on earth be the most ironic you’ve ever had. You’d have given your heart and your soul – if you ever had one – for what lies beyond that door but you sat atop it all those years and never dreamed it was there.’

He paused, as if deep in thought, then said: ‘It’s a mite dark in there. There are no windows or lights. If you would be so kind, Major, as to have your men switch on all torches and floodlamps. I’m afraid the air will also be a bit musty, but it won’t kill you. Ramon, Navarro, give me a hand with this door.’

The door proved to be reluctant to yield, but with a sepulchral creaking sound, yield it eventually did. Hamilton took one of the floodlights and passed through, the others crowding close behind.

The large square cavern was hewn from the solid rock. All four sides had stepped rock shelves cut into them to a depth of fifteen inches. The spectacle was astonishing, far beyond any belief: the entire cavern gleamed and glittered with thousands upon thousands of artifacts in solid gold.

There were bowls, chalices, plates, all in solid gold. There were helmets, shields, plaques, necklets, busts and figurines, all in solid gold. There were bells, flutes, ocarinas, rope-chains, vases, breastplates, openwork headdresses, filigree masks and knives, all in solid gold. There were monkeys, alligators, snakes, eagles and condors, pelicans and vultures and innumerable jaguars, all in solid gold. And for good measure there were half a dozen open boxes, sparkling and glittering with an untold fortune in precious stones, more than half of them emeralds. It was a treasure house inconceivably far beyond the dreams of avarice.