The Iron Tiger. Jack Higgins

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘Can you imagine that? What’s all this about the Khan’s son needing eye surgery?’

      ‘The boy fell from his horse a month ago and took a nasty knock. The sight started to fail in the right eye, so the old man had me fly a specialist up from Calcutta. He’s got a detached retina and his balance has been affected.’

      ‘Tricky surgery to put that right.’

      ‘It seems the big expert’s on the staff of some Quaker foundation hospital in Chicago. Father Kerrigan got in touch with them and they agreed to take the case. Said they’d send a doctor to escort the boy.’

      ‘Instead, you get Janet Tate.’

      ‘Who was already in Vietnam and due home on leave, so they saved on the fare.’ Drummond grinned. ‘Never look a gift horse in the mouth, Fergy.’

      Ferguson frowned slightly. ‘She’s a nice girl, Jack. A hell of a nice girl. I wouldn’t like to see her get hurt.’

      ‘So?’ Drummond said coolly.

      Ferguson sighed. ‘All right, let it go. What have you got for me this time?’

      Drummond took several spools of film from his pocket and pushed them across. ‘That’s the lot. You’ve got the whole Balpur-Tibet border region now.’

      ‘You’ve finished?’

      Drummond nodded. ‘Trip before last. A good job, too. Cheung decided to fly in with me on the last trip, so I couldn’t have set the camera up if I’d wanted to.’

      Ferguson smiled and shook his head. ‘Our Nationalist friends are still at it, are they? I wonder what Washington would say if they knew?’

      ‘I couldn’t care less,’ Drummond said. ‘A couple more trips and I’m through. I’ve told Cheung that already.’

      Ferguson applied a match to the bowl of his old briar pipe and coughed as the smoke caught at the back of his throat. ‘How did you find things last trip? Any signs of Chinese activity?’

      ‘Swinging on the end of a rope,’ Drummond said. ‘Moro and his band dealt with a cavalry patrol in their own inimitable fashion, that’s all.’

      ‘Nothing else? You’re sure about that?’

      Drummond nodded. ‘Moro says that all the activity’s still in the Aksai Chin, Ladakh region. No sign of any large scale interest in the Balpur border area at all.’

      ‘That’s strange, you know. They’ve claimed it officially and the brutal truth is they’re on pretty firm ground this time, historically speaking.’

      ‘They can have it, for all I care,’ Drummond said. ‘Another month, and I’m out.’

      Ferguson poked a match into the end of his pipe to clear the air hole and said casually, ‘What were you thinking of doing?’

      ‘Nothing you’d be interested in. I’m finished, Fergy. I’ve had enough. How long have I given you now; four years, five? I’ve played this sort of game on every border from Sarawak to Kashmir. I can’t go on forever. Nobody can.’

      ‘You’ve done a good job, Jack. I’m not denying that,’ Ferguson said. ‘But you’ve been well paid.’

      ‘What about last year when the Indonesians shot me down in Borneo?’ Drummond reminded him. ‘They chased me through that jungle for three weeks before I managed to scramble across the border.’ He ran a finger down the ugly scar that stretched from his right eye to the corner of his mouth. ‘I spent a month in hospital and what happened? You paid me the same as always. No more, no less.’

      Ferguson sighed, took an envelope from his pocket and pushed it across. ‘Three thousand, deposited as usual with your Geneva bankers. You know how to get in touch with me if you change your mind.’

      ‘That’ll be the day.’ Drummond opened the envelope, examined the deposit slip, then put it in his wallet. ‘It’s been fun, Fergy.’

      He moved along the deck to the gangplank and stepped on to the wharf. ‘One more thing, Jack,’ Ferguson called. ‘Don’t forget who the Beaver belongs to when you’ve finished up there. Government property, you know.’

      ‘And just how would you like to set about proving that?’ Drummond said and started to laugh as he walked away along the wharf.

       3

      The Nightwalkers

      Janet stepped out of the shower, dried herself quickly and went into the bedroom, the towel wrapped around her slim body. The window to the terrace was open and she stood in the shadows and looked out.

      A bank of cloud rolled away from the moon and Juma was bathed in a hard white light, flat-roofed houses straggling down to the river below. The night sky was incredibly beautiful with stars strung away to the horizon where the mountains lifted uneasily to meet them.

      It was peaceful and quiet, a dog barking hollowly somewhere in the night. In the streets below, she could see torches flaring and then a drum started to beat monotonously, joined a moment later by some stringed instrument, and the sound of laughter drifted up on the warm air.

      There was a discreet tap on the door and she called quickly, ‘Who is it?’

      ‘Ali – can I speak to you for a moment?’

      She pulled on her dressing gown, fastened the cord and opened the door. Hamid came in, resplendent in his best uniform.

      ‘How are you feeling?’

      ‘Fine. I slept for an hour, then had a shower.’

      ‘Good.’ He hesitated and then went on apologetically. ‘I’m sorry about this, Janet, but I’m afraid I’d already arranged something for this evening.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘As it is, I’m pressed for time.’

      ‘A lady?’

      ‘I hope not,’ he said solemnly.

      She chuckled. ‘You’re quite incorrigible. Better not keep her waiting.’

      ‘Jack went out to the airstrip to check on some cargo we’re taking with us tomorrow. Motor spares, I think. He shouldn’t be more than half an hour.’

      She listened to the sound of his footsteps fade along the narrow passage and then closed the door. She stood with her back to it, a slight frown on her face and then walked slowly across to the window.

      The drumming was louder now, an insistent throbbing that filled the night and someone was singing in a high, reedy voice, hardly moving from one note to another, monotonous and yet strangely exciting.

      She hurried across to the bed, opened her second suitcase and took out a sleeveless black dress in heavy silk that she had purchased in a moment of weakness in Saigon. She held it against herself for a moment СКАЧАТЬ