Desmond Bagley - The Snow Tiger

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Photographic?’

‘That and my own testimony.’

‘Then I suggest we proceed.’ Harrison again hammered with his gavel until he succeeded in achieving silence. He waited until the silence was absolute, then said quietly, ‘Dr McGill, you may continue.’

McGill returned to the projector. ‘After the avalanche I went up on the west slope to see if there was further hazard. As it turned out, the hazard was minimal in the immediate future. Charlie Peterson volunteered to accompany me. We made an examination of the slope and Mr Peterson was very cool and showed no sign of nerves. It was only after I had indicated my intention to examine the site where the avalanche had begun that he showed signs of nervousness. At the time I put this down to a natural fear of being in a potentially hazardous situation.

‘As we went up the mountain his nervousness increased rapidly and he suggested we go down. We were not far from the site which I wished to examine so I ignored his suggestion. In the event we never reached the site. There was the air accident in the valley and we went down the slope immediately.’

‘Interesting,’ said Harrison. ‘But I don’t see the point.’

‘This is the point,’ said McGill. ‘While we were on the slope an aircraft flew over us at very low altitude and I saw someone taking photographs. I discovered afterwards that the plane had been chartered by a newspaper here in Christchurch. I went to the newspaper office last night and went through all the photographs that had been taken. Here are some of them.’

The projector clicked and flashed again, and a black-and-white photograph appeared on the screen. McGill said, ‘In the bottom right-hand corner you can see Peterson and me. In the top left corner you see exposed rocks. By the rocks there are ski tracks here — and here. I think that Peterson didn’t want me to see those tracks; that’s why he was nervous.’

‘An unwarranted suggestion,’ snapped Lyall.

McGill ignored him, and put another picture on the screen. ‘Here is an enlargement of the breakaway point of the avalanche. There is a ski track going into it, and this ragged line, and another here, is where a man jumped up the slope. It had been snowing heavily that night, and all these tracks could only have been made on the morning of the avalanche.’

He switched off the projector. ‘I further state on oath that the first time I saw Miller and Peterson on that Sunday they were both on skis.’

The dark room exploded. ‘Lights!’ shouted Harrison. ‘Turn on the lights!’

An electrolier sparked into brilliance, and then sunlight flooded the room as an usher pulled aside a curtain. Charlie was on his feet. ‘Damn you!’ he yelled, pointing at McGill.

‘Shut up, Charlie!’ called Lyall sharply, but he was too late.

‘Damn you all!’ cried Charlie. ‘It was Ballard who killed my brother — everyone knows that. Nobody would have died if they’d gone into the mine as Eric wanted. And Alec wouldn’t have drowned if it hadn’t been for Ballard. He’s a bloody murderer, I tell you!’ Froth flecked his lips. ‘He started the avalanche — him and Miller between them.’

Lyall sagged and McGill heard him say, ‘He’s crazy!’

Charlie’s throat worked convulsively. ‘Ballard didn’t like Huka or anyone in it.’ He threw his arms wide. ‘He wanted to destroy it — and he did. Most of all, he didn’t like us Petersons. He killed two of us — and he made a whore out of my sister.’ His arm swung around and pointed to Liz.

Harrison’s gavel cracked sharply, and he said, ‘Dr Cross, is there anything you can do?’

Eric grabbed Charlie’s arm, but Charlie tossed him aside effortlessly. ‘And McGill was in on the whole thing and I’m going to kill the bastard!’ He plunged across the hall towards McGill but before he could reach him Eric had recovered and was on his back.

‘Let me go,’ he screamed. ‘Let me get at him!’ Again he broke Eric’s grip and started again for McGill, but this time several men had moved in to subdue him. There was a brief flurry and then Charlie broke loose and ran sideways and made for the door. It opened before he got there and he ran into the arms of two policemen. They both put an armlock on him and he was marched out of sight.

Harrison thumped his gavel in vain. Into the uproar he said quietly, ‘This hearing is adjourned.’

Half an hour later McGill, still in the hall, was beseiged by reporters. ‘No comment,’ he kept repeating. ‘I said all I had to say when I gave my evidence. There’s nothing more.’

He broke free, went into the first room he saw and slammed the door behind him. He turned and saw Harrison and Stenning. ‘Sorry, but do you mind if I take refuge for a few minutes. Those reporters are driving me crazy.’

‘Not at all,’ said Harrison. ‘You’ve caused quite a stir, Dr McGill.’

McGill grimaced. ‘Not as much as Charlie. How is he?’

‘Dr Cross put him under sedation.’ He paused. ‘I think there’s a case for a court order for psychiatric treatment.’ Harrison recollected his manners. ‘Oh, this is Mr Stenning, a visitor from England. He’s here to see how we conduct our administrative justice. I’ve been telling him that not all our Inquiries are so rowdy. I don’t think he believes me.’

‘I’m acquainted with Mr Stenning,’ said McGill. ‘We stay at the same hotel.’

Harrison picked up his briefcase. ‘I think it will be safe to leave by the back way, gentlemen.’

Stenning said, ‘Could I have a word with you, Dr McGill?’

‘Of course.’

‘Feel free to use this office,’ said Harrison. ‘Will you attend the Inquiry tomorrow, Mr Stenning?’

‘I think not. I have urgent business in England. I assure you it has been most interesting.’

‘Well, then, we’ll say goodbye now.’ They shook hands.

When Stenning and McGill were alone Stenning remarked, ‘Harrison was wrong — that letter was not admissible because Miller was not there to be cross-examined. I think the Inquiry will be adjourned while Harrison takes legal advice. It shows the inadvisability of setting a layman to do a lawyer’s job.’

McGill shrugged. ‘Does it matter now? We’ve seen that Charlie is as crazy as a loon.’

Stenning regarded him speculatively. ‘You said in your evidence that Ian had agreed that the letter should be produced.’

‘That’s right.’

‘Strange. At the end of our last conversation Ian told me to go to hell. He also consigned the Ballard Trust to the same destination. He must have changed his mind. It would be interesting to know exactly when he changed it.’

‘I think he changed it when Charlie Peterson started beating the hell out of him.’

‘You think it was Peterson?’

‘For God’s sake! Don’t you? You’ve just seen Charlie in action. He tossed Eric around as though he was a rag doll, and Eric’s no midget. And I got a good look at his hands this afternoon. His knuckles were pretty raw.’

‘Is that the only reason you think it was Peterson? I have to be sure, Dr McGill.’

‘Of course not,’ said McGill, lying bravely with a frank open face. ‘Ian told me himself when I found him in the car park. He said, and I remember his exact words, “It was Charlie, use the letter and smash him.” Then he passed out.’

‘I see.’ Stenning smiled, and said obliquely, ‘I think Ian is lucky to have you for a friend.’

‘I’d do the same for anyone who was getting the raw end of a deal, Mr Stenning. He was getting it from both sides, you know. Your hands are not entirely clean in this matter.’

Abruptly he turned his back on Stenning and left the room. He crossed the Provincial Chamber, now deserted, and went into the vestibule where he ran straight into Liz Peterson. She lifted her hand and slapped his face with all the force she could muster, which was considerable.