Drink with the Devil

Tully, leaning over the table, was aware of a small wind that lifted the chart for the Cumbrian coast a little. He looked up and found Keogh leaning against the door lighting a cigarette.

‘As they used to say in those old Agatha Christie plays, all is revealed. I was outside, old son, and I heard your little speech to that motley crew of yours.’ Tully tried to open a drawer and Keogh’s hand came out of his pocket holding the Walther. ‘Don’t be stupid.’

Tully glowered at him. ‘What do you want?’

‘Well, I know you were at the William & Mary. By rights I should put a bullet between your eyes, but I’ll settle for the fifty thousand pounds Ryan gave you earlier.’

‘You can go to hell.’

Keogh raised the Walther and fired. There was the usual dull cough and the lobe of Tully’s right ear disintegrated. He cried out sharply and clutched at the ear, blood spurting.

‘That was for starters,’ Keogh said. ‘Come on, the envelope.’

Tully got the drawer open with his free hand, took out the envelope and tossed it over. Keogh put it in his pocket. Tully took a handkerchief from his pocket and held it to his ear.

‘My God, look what you’ve done.’

‘So what’s the difference?’ Keogh said. ‘You couldn’t look worse than you do.’

‘Fuck you.’ Tully opened a cupboard one-handed, took out a bottle of Scotch and pulled the cork with his teeth. He took a long swallow. ‘Now what?’

‘Now nothing,’ Keogh told him. ‘I’ll see you at Marsh End on Friday.’

Tully looked astonished. ‘You mean it’s still on?’

‘Too late to get anyone else now,’ Keogh told him. ‘This is what I call an “I know that you know that I know” situation, so behave yourself and you’ll get this envelope back plus the other fifty thousand pounds when we reach Kilalla.’

‘Sod you!’ Tully said.

‘Yes, I know that,’ Keogh told him, ‘but you will be at Marsh End on Friday.’

‘Yes, damn you, I will.’

‘Good man yourself. Now you can escort me to the gangway and we’ll say goodnight.’

The engines rumbled into life at that moment. Tully led the way out, negotiating the ladder with difficulty, blood streaming from his ear. Only Dolan and the German, Muller, were working on deck. Muller was casting off and Dolan was about to haul in the gangway. He looked up in astonishment.

‘Here, what’s going on?’

‘What’s going on is that you leave the gangway alone until I’ve gone down it,’ Keogh said.

Dolan tried to rush him and Keogh swiped him across the face with the Walther. Dolan staggered back with a cry of pain and Keogh went down the gangway. He turned at the bottom and smiled up at Tully.

‘To our next merry meeting at Marsh End.’

‘Bastard!’ Tully called.

Keogh laughed and walked away through the rain.

Jack Barry was sitting at the desk of his study when the portable phone went.

Keogh said, ‘It’s me.’

Barry said, ‘Where are you?’

‘Wapping High Street in old London Town.’

‘So what’s happening?’

‘You were right about the gold.’

‘Is that a fact? Tell me.’

‘It’s complicated, but here goes,’ and Keogh went through the whole business step-by-step.

When he was finished, Barry said, ‘Christ, but it’s the ruthless bastard you are. Will Tully play?’

‘He will. A hundred thousand pound pay day. He isn’t going to turn that down.’

‘Right. Let’s say everything works. What happens on board the Irish Rose once you put to sea? They’ll try to take you.’

‘Of course, but we’ll be prepared.’

‘You, Ryan and his niece? God save us all.’

‘Oh, He will, He will. What about the Kilalla end?’

‘Oh, I think I can promise you an interesting reception. A considerable contribution to IRA funds. It could win us the war.’

‘Just think of that,’ Keogh told him, ‘and it’s only taken seven hundred years.’

Barry laughed. ‘Go on, dark hero, get on with it and keep in touch,’ and he switched off his phone.

In the parlour at the William & Mary, Ryan and Kathleen sat at the table and listened to what Keogh had to say. Keogh helped himself to a Bushmills on the side.

Bell said, ‘You shot him?’

‘Only a little.’ Keogh sipped a little Bushmills. ‘The lobe of his right ear.’

Kathleen’s face was infused with excitement. ‘That taught the bastard a lesson.’

Ryan said, ‘You think he’ll still come?’

‘Of course he will. He wants his hundred thousand pounds.’

‘But he’ll try for more on the run to Ulster?’

‘Yes, well we know that so we’ll just have to be prepared, won’t we?’