The Spoilers / Juggernaut. Desmond Bagley

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      ‘If I told you then you’d know as much as me, wouldn’t you?’ said Abbot cunningly. ‘Nothing doing. Besides, I don’t know who you are. I don’t go a bundle on dealing with total strangers.’

      ‘My name is Jules Fabre,’ said Picot with a straight face.

      Abbot shook his head. ‘Means nothing to me. You could be a big-timer for all I know – and then again, you could be a cheap crook.’

      ‘That’s not very nice, monsieur,’ said Picot reproachfully.

      ‘I didn’t intend it to be,’ said Abbot.

      ‘You are making things difficult,’ said Picot. ‘You can hardly expect me to buy something unknown. That is not good business. You would have to tell me sooner or later.’

      ‘I’m not too worried about that. What Dan – my friend – has can only be made to work by him. He’s the expert.’

      ‘And you?’

      Abbot grinned cheekily. ‘You can say I’m his manager. Besides, I’ve put up the money so far.’ He looked Picot up and down insultingly. ‘And talking about money – what we’ve got would cost a hell of a lot, and I don’t think a cheap chiseller like you has it, so stop wasting my time.’ He turned away.

      ‘Wait,’ said Picot. ‘This secret you have – how much do you expect to sell it for?’

      Abbot swung around and stared at Picot. ‘Half a million American dollars. Have you got that much?’ he asked ironically.

      Picot’s lips twitched and he lowered his voice. ‘And this is for smuggling?’

      ‘What the hell do you think we’ve been talking about all this time?’ demanded Abbot.

      Picot became animated. ‘You want to get in touch with someone at the top? I can help you, monsieur; but it will cost money.’ He rubbed his finger and thumb together meaningfully and shrugged. ‘My expenses, monsieur.’

      Abbot hesitated, then shook his head. ‘No. What we have is so good that the man at the top will pay you for finding us. Why should I grease your palm?’

      ‘Because if you don’t, the man at the top will never hear of you. I’m just trying to make a living, monsieur.’

      Parker came back and sat down heavily. He picked up an empty bottle and banged it down. ‘I want another beer.’

      Abbot half-turned in his seat. ‘Well, buy one,’ he said irritably.

      ‘Got no money,’ said Parker. ‘Besides,’ he added belligerently, ‘you’re Mr Moneybags around here.’

      ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake!’ Abbot took out his wallet, peeled off a note from the thin wad, and threw it on the table. ‘Buy yourself a bucketful and swill in it. You can drown in the stuff for all I care.’ He turned to Picot. ‘All right – how much, you bloody twister?’

      ‘A thousand pounds – Lebanese.’

      ‘Half now and the other half when contact has been made.’ He counted out notes and dropped them in front of Picot. ‘All right?’

      Picot put out his hand and delicately took the money. ‘It will do, monsieur. What is your name and where can I find you?’

      ‘My name doesn’t matter and I’ll be in here most evenings,’ said Abbot. ‘That’s good enough.’

      Picot nodded. ‘You had better not be wasting time,’ he warned. ‘The man at the top has no use for fools.’

      ‘He’ll be happy with what we have,’ said Abbot confidently.

      ‘I hope so.’ Picot looked at Parker who had bis nose deep in a glass. ‘Your friend drinks too much – and talks too loudly. That is not good.’

      ‘He’s all right. He’s just become edgy because of the waiting, that’s all. Anyway, I can control him.’

      ‘I understand your position – exactly,’ said Picot drily. He stood up. ‘I will be seeing you soon.’

      Abbot watched him leave, then said, ‘You were great, Dan. The stage lost a great actor somewhere along the line.’

      Parker put down his glass and looked at it without enthusiasm. ‘I was pretty good at amateur theatricals at one time,’ he said complacently. ‘You paid him something. How much?’

      ‘He gets a thousand pounds; I paid half.’ Abbot laughed. ‘Keep your hair on, Dan; they’re Lebanese pounds – worth about half-a-crown each.’

      Parker grunted and swirled the beer in his glass. ‘It’s still too much. This stuff is full of piss and wind. Let’s go somewhere we can get a real drink, and you can tell me all about it.’

      III

      Nothing happened next day. They went to the café at the same time in the evening but Picot was not there, so they had a meal, chatted desultorily and went away. Despite his confident attitude Abbot was wondering whether Picot was genuine or whether he had paid over £60 to a smooth grafter he would never see again.

      They were just about to leave for the café the next evening when there was a knock at the door. Abbot raised his eyebrows at Parker and went to open it. ‘Who’s there?’

      ‘Fabre.’

      He opened up. ‘How did you know we were here?’

      ‘That does not matter, Monsieur Abbot. You wish to speak to someone – he is here.’ He jerked his eyes sideways. ‘That will be five hundred pounds.’

      Abbot glanced to where a tall man stood in the shadowed corridor. ‘Don’t try to con me, Fabre. How do I know it’s the man I want? It could be one of your put-up jobs. I’ll talk to him first, then you’ll get your money.’

      ‘All right,’ said Picot. ‘I’ll be in the usual place tomorrow.’

      He walked away down the corridor and Abbot waited at the door. The tall man moved forward and, as his face came out of shadow, Abbot knew he had hit the jackpot. It was Eastman. He stepped on one side to let him enter, and Eastman said in a flat mid-western accent, ‘Was Picot trying to shake you down?’

      Abbot closed the door. ‘Who?’ he said blankly. ‘He said his name was Fabre.’

      ‘His name is Picot and he’s a chiselling nogoodnik,’ said Eastman without rancour.

      ‘Talking about names,’ said Abbot. ‘This is Dan Parker and I’m Mike Abbot. And you are …?’ He let the question hang in the air.

      ‘The name is Eastman.’

      Abbot smiled. ‘Sit down, Mr Eastman. Dan, pull up a chair and join the СКАЧАТЬ