The Spoilers / Juggernaut. Desmond Bagley

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СКАЧАТЬ said Follet and stepped over to the set. Warren crossed his fingers, hoping that Ben had done his job. He had already got the name of the winner of the three o’clock race and transmitted it to Follet during the fake telephone call to Jamshid, but if he had fumbled the recording then the whole scheme was a dead loss.

      A voice swelled in volume, speaking Persian, and then the screen filled with a view of a racecourse crowd. Follet looked at the screen appraisingly, and said, ‘About five minutes to go.’ Warren let out his pent-up breath silently.

      ‘What’s he saying?’ asked Tozier.

      ‘Just talking about the horses,’ said Raqi. He listened for a while. ‘That’s Al Fahkri – your horse – number five.’

      ‘Our horse, Javid,’ said Follet jovially. ‘You’re in on this.’ He got up and went to the impromptu bar at the sideboard. ‘I’ll pour the drinks for the celebration now. This race will be fast.’

      ‘You seem certain you’ll win,’ said Raqi.

      Follet turned and winked largely. ‘Certain isn’t the word for it. This one’s blue chip – a gilt-edged security.’ He took his time pouring the drinks.

      Tozier said, ‘They’re coming up to the post, Johnny.’

      ‘Okay, okay; it doesn’t really matter, does it?’

      The commentator’s voice rose as the race started, and Warren thought that it did not matter whether you understood the language or not, you could never mistake a horse race for anything else. Raqi was tense as Al Fahkri forged ahead of the pack on the heels of the leading horse. ‘He stands a chance.’

      ‘More than that,’ said Follet unemotionally. ‘He’s going to win.’

      Al Fahkri swept ahead to win by two lengths.

      Warren got up and switched off the set. ‘That’s it,’ he said calmly.

      ‘Here, kid; have a drink on Jamshid,’ said Follet, thrusting a glass into Raqi’s hand. ‘The honest bookie who never welshes. You’re a bit richer than you were this morning.’

      Raqi looked at the three of them in turn. Warren had produced a notebook and was methodically jotting down figures; Tozier was gathering up the cards scattered on the table; Follet was beaming in high good humour. He said, hesitantly. ‘The race was … arranged?’

      ‘Fixed is the word, kid. We’ve bought a couple of good jockeys. I told you it was a gilt-edged investment.’

      Guilt-edged would be more like it, thought Warren.

      Follet took a wallet from his jacket which was draped over the back of a chair and counted out notes. ‘You don’t have to wait to collect from Jamshid,’ he said. ‘I’ll do that when I collect ours.’ He tossed a roll of currency on the table before Raqi. ‘It was eight to one – there’s your sixteen thousand.’ He grinned. ‘You don’t get your stake back because it wasn’t yours. Okay, kid?’

      Raqi took the money in his hands and gazed at it in wonder. ‘Go ahead,’ said Follet. ‘Take it – it’s yours.’

      ‘Thanks,’ said Raqi, and put the money away quickly.

      Tozier said briefly, ‘Let’s play poker.’

      ‘That’s an idea,’ said Follet. ‘Maybe we can win that sixteen thousand from Javid.’ He sat down as Warren put away the notebook. ‘What’s the score so far, Nick?’

      ‘Just under two million,’ said Warren. ‘I think we ought to give it a rest for a while.’

      ‘When we’re hitting the big time? You must be crazy.’

      ‘Jamshid will be getting worried,’ said Warren. ‘I know we’ve played it clever – he doesn’t know the three of us are a syndicate – but he’ll tumble to it if we don’t watch it. Knowing Jamshid, I wouldn’t like that to happen. I’d like to stay in one piece for a while longer.’

      ‘Okay,’ said Follet resignedly. ‘Next Saturday is the last – for a while. But why not make it a really big hit this time.’

      ‘No!’ said Tozier abruptly.

      ‘Why not? Supposing we put on a hundred thousand at ten to one. That’s another quick million.’ Follet spread his hands. ‘Makes the arithmetic easier, too – a million each.’

      ‘It’s too risky,’ Warren insisted.

      ‘Say, I have an idea,’ said Follet excitedly. ‘Jamshid doesn’t know Javid here. Why can’t Javid lay the bet for us? It’s good for us and it’s good for him. He can add his own dough and make a killing for himself. How about that, Javid?’

      ‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Raqi uncertainly.

      Tozier looked interested. ‘It could work,’ he said thoughtfully.

      ‘You could be a rich man, Javid,’ said Follet. ‘You take that sixteen thousand you just won and you could turn it into a hundred and sixty thousand – that’s as much as the three of us made today. And you can’t miss – that’s the beauty of it.’

      Raqi took the hire as a trout takes a fly. ‘All right,’ he said suddenly. ‘I’ll do it.’

      ‘Very well,’ said Warren, capitulating. ‘But this is the last time this year. Is that understood?’

      Follet nodded, and Tozier said, ‘Let’s play poker.’

      ‘Until six o’clock,’ said Warren. ‘I have a date tonight. Win or lose we stop at six.’

      He won back most of his losses during the rest of the afternoon. Some of it was made by a big pot won on an outrageous bluff, but he seemed to have much better hands. At six o’clock he was down a mere thousand rials. He had unobtrusively put his watch right, too.

      ‘That’s it,’ said Follet. ‘See you next week, Javid.’ He winked. ‘You’ll be in the big time then.’

      When Raqi had gone Warren got up and stretched. ‘What a way to pass a day,’ he said.

      ‘Our boy’s very happy,’ said Follet. ‘He’s broken into the big time and it hasn’t cost him a cent. Let’s figure out how much he’s into us for. What did you lose, Warren?’

      ‘A thousand as near as damn it.’

      ‘Andy?’

      ‘Close on three thousand. He can play poker.’

      ‘That he can,’ said Follet. ‘I had to cut into him after the race – I didn’t want him to think he can make more playing poker than playing the horses.’ He looked up at Warren. ‘You’re no poker player. Now, let’s see – I’m out a thousand, so he’s taken a total of twenty-one thousand, including that dough I gave him for the race. He’ll be back next week.’

      ‘Greedy for more,’ said Tozier. ‘I СКАЧАТЬ