Michael Crichton - The Great Train Robbery
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"It was late in the day, sir, with all respects, and I was not at my best," Bill said, staring pointedly at the gold piece.
Harranby would be damned if he'd give the fellow another. "Many a memory improves on the cockchafer, in my experience," he said.
"I've done no wrong," Bill protested. "I'm honest as the day is long, sir, and I'd keep nothing from you. There's no call to put me in the stir."
"Then try to remember," Harranby said, "and be quick about it."
Bill twisted his hands in his lap. "He comes into the shop near six, he does. Dressed proper, with good manner, but he speaks a wave lag from Liverpool, and he can voker romeny."
Harranby glanced at Sharp, in the corner. From time to time, even Harranby needed some help in translation.
"He had a Liverpool sailor's accent and he spoke criminal jargon," Sharp said.
"Aye, sir, that's so," Bill said, nodding. "He's in the family, and that's for sure. Wants me to snaffle five barkers, and I say five's a goodly number, and he says he wants them quick-like, and he's nervous, and in a hurry, and he's showing plenty of ream thickers to pay up on the spot."
"What did you tell him?" Harranby said, keeping his eyes fixed on Bill. A skilled informant like Chokee Bill was not above playing each side against the other, and Bill could lie like an adept.
"I says to him, five's a goodly number but I can do it in time. And he says how much time, and I says a fortnight. This makes him cool the cockum for a bit, and then he says he needs it quicker than a fortnight. I says eight days. He says eight days is too long, and he starts to say he's off to Greenwich in eight days, but then he catches himself, like."
"Greenwich," Harranby said, frowning.
"Aye, sir, Greenwich was on the tip of his tongue, but he stops down and says it's too long. So I says how long? And he says seven days. So I says I can translate in seven days. And he says what time of the day? I say noontime. And he says noontime's too late. He says no later than ten o'clock."
"Seven days," Harranby said, "meaning Friday next?"
"No, sir. Thursday next. Seven days from yesterday it was."
"Go on."
"So I says, after a hem and a haw, I says I can have his pieces on Thursday at ten o'clock. And he says that's fly enough, but he's no flat, this one, and he says any gammy cockum and it will go hard on me."
Harranby looked at Sharp again. Sharp said, "The gentleman is no fool and warned that if the guns were not ready at the arranged time, it would be hard on Bill."
"And what did you say, Bill?" Harranby inquired.
"I says I can do it, and I promise him. And he gives me ten gold pushes, and I granny they're ream, and he takes his leave and says he'll be back Thursday next."
"What else?" Harranby said.
"That's the lot," Bill said.
There was a long silence. Finally Harranby said, "What do you make of this, Bill?"
"It's a flash pull and no mistake. He's no muck-snipe, this gent, but a hykey bloke who knows his business."
Harranby tugged at an earlobe, a nervous habit. "What in Greenwich has the makings of a proper flash pull?"
"Damn me if I know," Chokee Bill said.
"What have you heard?" Harranby said.
"I keep my lills to the ground, but I heard nothing of a pull in Greenwich, I swear."
Harranby paused. "There's another guinea. in it for you if you can say."
A fleeting look of agony passed across Chokee Bill's face. "I wish I could be helping you, sir, but I heard nothing. It's God's own truth, sir."
"I'm sure it is," Harranby said. He waited awhile longer, and finally dismissed the pawnbroker, who snatched up the guinea and departed.
When Harranby was alone with Sharp, he said again, "What's in Greenwich?"
"Damn me if I know," Sharp said.
"You want a gold guinea, too?"
Sharp said nothing. He was accustomed to Harranby's sour moods; there was nothing to do except ride them out. He sat in the corner and watched his superior light a cigarette and puff on it reflectively. Sharp regarded cigarettes as silly, insubstantial little things. They had been introduced the year before by a London shopkeeper, and were mostly favored by troops returning from the Crimea. Sharp himself liked a good cigar, and nothing less.
"Now, then," Harranby said. "Let us begin from the beginning. We know this fellow Simms has been working for months on something, and we can assume he's clever."
Sharp nodded.
"The snakesman was killed yesterday. Does that mean they know we're on the stalk?"
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps, perhaps," Harranby said irritably. "Perhaps is not enough. We must decide, and we must do so according to principles of deductive logic. Guesswork has no place in our thinking. Let us stick to the facts of the matter, and follow them wherever they lead. Now, then, what else do we know?"
The question was rhetorical, and Sharp said nothing.
"We know," Harranby said, "that, this fellow Simms, after months of preparation, suddenly finds himself, on the eve of his big pull, in desperate need of five barkers. He has had months to obtain them quietly, one at a time, creating no stir. But he postpones it to the last minute. Why?"
"You think he's playing us for a pigeon?"
"We must entertain the thought, however distasteful," Harranby said. "Is it well known that Bill's a nose?"
"Perhaps."
"Damn your perhapses. Is it known or not?"
"Surely there are suspicions about!'
"Indeed," Harranby said. "And yet our clever Mr. Simms chooses this very person to arrange for his five barkers. I say it smells of a fakement " He stared moodily at the glowing tip of his cigarette. "This Mr. Simms is deliberately leading us astray, and we must not follow."
"I am sure you are right," Sharp said, hoping his boss's disposition would improve.
"Without question," Harranby said. "We are being led a merry chase."
There was a long pause. Harranby drummed his fingers on the desk. "I don't like it. We are being too clever. We're giving this Simms fellow too much credit. We must assume he is really planning on Greenwich. But what in the name of God is there in Greenwich to steal?"
Sharp shook his head. Greenwich was a seaport town, but it had not grown as rapidly as the larger ports of England. It was chiefly known for its naval observatory, which 'maintained the standard of time-- Greenwich Mean Time-- for the nautical world.
Harranby began opening drawers in his desk, rummaging. "Where is the damned thing?"
"What, sir?"
"The schedule, the schedule," Harranby said. "Ah, here it is." He brought out a small printed folder. "London amp; Greenwich Railway… Thursdays… Ah. Thursdays there is a train leaving London Bridge Terminus for Greenwich at eleven-fifteen in the morning. Now, what does that suggest?"
Sharp looked suddenly bright-eyed. "Our man wants his guns by ten, so that he will have time to get to the station and make the train."
"Precisely," Harranby said. "All logic points to the fact that he is, indeed, going to Greenwich on Thursday. And we also know he cannot go later than Thursday."
Sharp said, "What about the guns? Buying five at once."
"Well, now," Harranby said, warming to his subject, "you see, by a process of deduction we can conclude that his need for the guns is genuine, and his postponing the purchase to the last minute-- on the surface, a most suspicious business-- springs from some logical situation. One can surmise several. His plans for obtaining the guns by other means may have been thwarted. Or perhaps he regards the purchase of guns as dangerous-- which is certainly the case; everyone knows we pay well for information about who is buying barkers-- so he postpones it to the last moment. There may be other reasons we cannot guess at. The exact reason does not matter. What matters is that he needs those guns for some criminal activity in Greenwich."
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