Dillinger. Jack Higgins

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ

      ‘Mr Baker’s in his office on the ground floor.’

      ‘OK, then we go down and get him.’ He pushed Cahoon along the corridor towards Youngblood who was standing outside the locked door of their cell, holding the key. ‘Put him in with the others and wait here.’

      As Blunk had said, the corridor below was deserted and they moved along it and paused at the top of the stairs leading to the ground floor.

      Dillinger said, ‘Go on, you know what to do.’

      Blunk sighed and called, ‘Hey, Lou, you’re wanted up here.’

      ‘What the hell for?’ a voice called back and Warden Lou Baker appeared at the bottom of the stairs and started up briskly. He was almost at the top when he looked up and saw Dillinger standing there, gun in hand.

      He stopped dead in his tracks and in the circumstances stayed surprisingly cool.

      ‘Johnny, what in the hell do you think you’re playing at? You ain’t going anywhere. You got at least ten National Guardsmen at the front entrance armed with machine guns.’

      ‘Well, that should make things interesting,’ Dillinger said calmly. ‘Now upstairs, both of you.’

      A few moments later and Youngblood was putting the Warden and Blunk in the cell with the others. He locked the door. ‘OK, what happens now?’

      ‘Stay here,’ Dillinger told him. I’ll be back. ’

      Youngblood said, ‘You wouldn’t leave me, Mr Dillinger?’

      ‘The most important thing you should know about me,’ Dillinger said. ‘I never ran out on anyone in my whole life,’ and he turned and moved away along the corridor.

      The man on duty that morning at the barred gate which gave access to the jail offices at the front of the building was a trustie, who was sitting at his desk, reading a newspaper. The headline said: ‘Public Enemy Number One Finally Caged’. There was a photo of Dillinger to go with it. A slight tapping sound caused the trustie to look up and he saw the man himself peering through the bars just above him, a gun in his hand.

      Dillinger said softly, ‘Open up!’

      The trustie almost dropped his keys in his eagerness to comply, but, a moment later, had the gate open. The office door stood partly ajar and someone was whistling in there.

      ‘Who is it?’ Dillinger inquired softly.

      ‘National Guardsman.’

      ‘Just the one?’ The man nodded and Dillinger said, ‘Call him out. ’

      The trustie did as he was told and a second later the door opened and a young National Guardsman in uniform appeared. There was instant horror in his eyes and he got his hands up fast.

      Behind him on the table were two loaded Thompson sub-machine guns. Dillinger moved past him and stared down at them for a moment. ‘Well, I’ll be damned,’ he said. Thank you.’

      He slipped the pistol into his other pocket, picked up a machine gun in each hand and turned to the two men. ‘OK, now we’re going to go upstairs, all the way up to the top landing in the new wing. You fellas see any problems in that?’

      ‘No, Mr Dillinger,’ they assured him eagerly and the trustie turned and led the way.

      A few minutes later, Youngblood, clutching one of the machine guns, was shepherding them into the cell on the top landing with the others. Dillinger said, ‘Let’s have Blunk out here again.’

      Youngblood pulled the deputy sheriff out and closed and locked the door. ‘Now what?’ he demanded.

      ‘We’re clear, all the way down to the jail office and the front entrance, only that’s too public by far.’

      ‘So what do we do?’

      ‘Walk right out of the back door and this is the man who’s going to show us the way, isn’t that so, Mr Blunk?’

      Ernest Blunk sighed heavily yet again, ‘If you say so, Mr Dillinger.’

      ‘Oh, but I do,’ Dillinger said, ‘In fact, I insist,’ and he pushed him along the corridor.

      It was raining when they emerged from the door at the rear of the prison ten minutes later and moved along the alley. Dillinger and Youngblood wore raincoats taken from three local farmers they had found eating in the kitchen. The farmers were now locked in a washroom.

      ‘The garage?’ Dillinger said to Blunk. ‘How far?’

      ‘Right down there a hundred and fifty yards,’ the deputy told him.

      ‘OK,’ Dillinger said. ‘You lead the way and just remember what I’m holding under this raincoat if you feel like calling out.’

      He raised the machine gun slightly, the muzzle poking through, and Blunk said hastily, ‘No trouble, Mr Dillinger, not from me. We got this far, haven’t we? All I want is to see you off my hands.’

      He led the way, following a route which took them past the Criminal Courts building and, a few moments later, entered the side door of a large garage. There was a single mechanic in oil-stained overalls working on his own.

      He glanced up. ‘Hello there, Mr Blunk.’

      It was apparent that he didn’t recognize Dillinger and Blunk said, ‘Ed Saager, the best mechanic in town, Mr Dillinger.’

      Saager looked shocked and Dillinger produced the machine gun from under his raincoat. ‘Which car here’s in the best shape?’

      ‘Why, that would be the Ford here,’ Saager told him. ‘Mrs Holley’s car.’

      ‘Engine tuned?’

      ‘Like a watch.’

      ‘Fan belt OK?’

      ‘Replaced last month.’

      ‘Pick-up?’

      ‘Best in the lot.’

      ‘Then that’s what we’ll take. You get in the rear with my friend and you, Mr Blunk, can take the wheel.’

      Saager opened his mouth as if to protest, thought better of it and got into the rear seat with Youngblood. Blunk took the wheel and started the motor as Dillinger got in beside him.

      ‘Nice and easy, Mr Blunk,’ he said as they turned into the main street. ‘No need to hurry.’

      He leaned back and lit a cigarette calmly.

      Mike Jarvis and Martha Ryan were sitting in a booth at the rear of the hotel lounge enjoying a late breakfast when there was a sudden excited murmur and a voice called, ‘Dillinger’s escaped.’

      Jarvis jumped to his feet and moved out and Martha Ryan sat there, suddenly cold, aware of the excited hubbub of voices outside.

      Jarvis СКАЧАТЬ