Flyaway. Desmond Bagley

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      ‘I don’t like that,’ she said coldly. ‘You’re implying that my mother was party to a fraud.’

      ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘I don’t like it much myself, but it’s a possibility that has to be considered. I do it all the time in my business, Miss Aarvik.’

      A waiter interrupted us by bringing the first course. Over the onion soup I said, ‘Anyway, that’s where your brother is—somewhere in Algeria if he isn’t already in Niger or Chad or somewhere else as improbable.’

      ‘He must be brought back,’ she said. ‘Mr Stafford, I don’t have much money, but is it at all possible for your detective agency to look for him?’

      ‘I don’t run a detective agency,’ I said. ‘I run a security organization. Lots of people get the two confused. Frankly, I don’t see why you want him back. You’ve just heard of how he’s been deceiving you for years. I think you’re better off without him.’

      ‘He’s my brother,’ she said simply. ‘He’s the only family I have in the world.’

      She looked so woebegone that I took pity on her. I suppose it was then the decision was made. Of course I hedged it about with ‘ifs’ and ‘maybes’ as a sop to my conscience should I renege, but the decision was made.

      I said carefully, ‘There’s a possibility—just a possibility, mind you—that I may be going to North Africa in the near future. If I do, I’ll ask around to see if I can find him.’

      She lit up as though I’d given her the key to the Bank of England. ‘That’s very good of you,’ she said warmly.

      ‘Don’t go overboard about it,’ I warned. ‘Even if I do find him your troubles aren’t over. Supposing he doesn’t want to come back—what am I supposed to do? Kidnap him? He’s a free agent, you know.’

      ‘If you find him send me a cable and I’ll fly out. If I can talk to Paul I can get him to come back.’

      ‘No doubt you can, but the first problem is to find him. But we have some things going for us. Firstly, there are large areas of the Sahara where he will not look for the aircraft.’ I paused and then said acidly, ‘Not if he has any sense, that is, which I beg leave to doubt’

      ‘Oh! Which areas?’

      ‘The inhabited bits—the Sahara is not all blasted wilderness. Then there’s the course Peter Billson intended to fly—that should give us a rough indication of where the plane is likely to be. Is there anyone who’d know such an odd item of information after forty years?’

      She shook her head despondently, then said slowly, ‘There’s a man in the Aeronautical Section of the Science Museum—Paul used to talk to him a lot. He’s some sort of aeronautical historian, he has all sorts of details in his records. I don’t remember his name, though.’

      ‘I’ll check,’ I said. ‘The other point in our favour is that in a relatively empty land a stranger tends to stand out. If Paul is buzzing about remote areas in a Land-Rover he’ll leave a pretty well-defined trail.’

      She smiled at me. ‘You’re making me feel better already.’

      ‘Don’t raise your hopes too high. When…if I go to North Africa I’ll send you an address where you can contact me.’

      She nodded briefly and we got on with the meal.

      I took her home quite early and then went back to the club to bump into Charlie Malleson who was just coming out. ‘I thought I’d missed you,’ he said. ‘I was just passing and I thought I’d pop in to see you.’

      I glanced at my watch. ‘The bar’s still open. What about a drink?’

      ‘Fine.’

      We took our drinks to an isolated table and Charlie said, ‘I rang you at home but no one was in, so I took a chance on finding you here.’ I merely nodded, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. ‘Is it true what I hear about you and Gloria?’

      ‘Depends what you’ve heard, but I can guess what it is. Bad news gets around fast. It’s true enough. Where did you hear it?’

      ‘Brinton was saying something yesterday. Gloria’s been talking to him.’

      ‘Getting her version in first, no doubt. She won’t impress Brinton.’

      ‘Well, I’m truly sorry it happened this way. Are you starting a divorce action?’

      ‘It’s in the hands of my solicitor now.’

      ‘I see,’ he said slowly. I don’t know what he saw and I didn’t really care. ‘How are you feeling otherwise?’ he asked. ‘You’re not long out of hospital.’

      I looked at him over the edge of my glass. ‘Have you ever been beaten up, Charlie? Given a thorough going-over by experts?’

      ‘I can’t say that I have.’

      ‘It’s the most degrading thing that can happen to a man,’ I said flatly. ‘It isn’t so much what they do to the body; that can stand a lot of punishment. It’s the feeling of utter helplessness. You’re no longer your own man—you’re in the hands of others who can do with you what they like. And you ask me how I feel.’

      ‘You’re bitter about it, aren’t you, Max? You know, I didn’t expect that of you.’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Well, you have the reputation of being a pretty cold fish, you know. You run your end of the business like a computer.’

      ‘There’s nothing wrong with being logical and acting logically,’ I said.

      ‘No.’ There was a pause before Charlie said, ‘I suppose the divorce will keep you in England.’

      I drained my glass. ‘I don’t see why it should. I’m thinking of taking your advice to soak up some sun. I’ll be glad to get away from London for a while.’

      Charlie looked pleased. ‘It’ll do you good; you’ll come back like a new man.’

      ‘How is Jack Ellis settling in?’

      ‘Very well. I’m glad you said what you did to him about the job; it’s cleared the air and makes things easier all round. How long do you expect to be away?’

      ‘I don’t really know. Hold the fort, double the profits and bank the proceeds. Expect me when you see me.’

      We talked idly for a few more minutes and then Charlie took his leave. I had an obscure feeling that he had not ‘dropped by in passing’ but had come for a reason, to get some question answered. About the divorce? About my health? I went over the conversation and wondered if he had got his answer.

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