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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
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There was a silence on the other end of the line. Then Susan said softly, “I remember.”
“Can the Halcyon meet me there tomorrow?”
“Hold on a moment.”
He waited.
Susan returned to the telephone. “Yes, we can be there.”
“Good.” Robert hesitated. He thought of all the innocent people who had already died. “I’m asking a lot of you. If they ever found out you helped me, you could be in terrible danger.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll meet you there. Be careful.”
“Thanks.”
The connection was broken.
Susan turned to Monte Banks. “He’s coming.”
At SIFAR headquarters in Rome they were listening to the conversation. There were four men in the room. The radio operator said, “We’ve recorded it, if you would like to hear it again, sir.”
Colonel Cesar looked at Frank Johnson questioningly.
“Yes. I’m interested in hearing the part about where they’re going to meet. It sounded like he said Palindrome. Is that somewhere in Italy?”
Colonel Cesar shook his head. “I never heard of it. We’ll check it out.” He turned to his aide. “Look it up on the map. And keep monitoring all transmissions to and from the Halcyon.”
“Yes, sir.”
At the farmhouse in Naples, the phone rang. Pier started to get up to answer it.
“Hold it,” one of the men said. He walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” He listened for a moment, then threw the phone down and turned to his companion. “Bellamy took the hydrofoil to Capri. Let’s go!”
Pier watched the two men hurry out of the door, and thought: God never meant me to have so much money, anyway. I hope he gets away.
When the ferry boat to Ischia arrived, Robert mingled with the crowd boarding it. He kept to himself, avoiding eye contact. Thirty minutes later, when the boat docked at Ischia, Robert disembarked and walked over to the ticket booth on the pier. A sign announced that the ferry to Sorrento was due in ten minutes. “A round trip ticket to Sorrento,” Robert said.
Ten minutes later he was on his way to Sorrento, back to the mainland. With a little luck, the search will have shifted to Capri, Robert thought. With a little luck.
The food market at Sorrento was crowded. Farmers had come in from the countryside bringing fresh fruit and vegetables and sides of beef that lined the meat stalls. The street was thronged with vendors and shoppers.
Robert approached a husky man in a stained apron, loading a truck.
There was a silence on the other end of the line. Then Susan said softly, “I remember.”
“Can the Halcyon meet me there tomorrow?”
“Hold on a moment.”
He waited.
Susan returned to the telephone. “Yes, we can be there.”
“Good.” Robert hesitated. He thought of all the innocent people who had already died. “I’m asking a lot of you. If they ever found out you helped me, you could be in terrible danger.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll meet you there. Be careful.”
“Thanks.”
The connection was broken.
Susan turned to Monte Banks. “He’s coming.”
At SIFAR headquarters in Rome they were listening to the conversation. There were four men in the room. The radio operator said, “We’ve recorded it, if you would like to hear it again, sir.”
Colonel Cesar looked at Frank Johnson questioningly.
“Yes. I’m interested in hearing the part about where they’re going to meet. It sounded like he said Palindrome. Is that somewhere in Italy?”
Colonel Cesar shook his head. “I never heard of it. We’ll check it out.” He turned to his aide. “Look it up on the map. And keep monitoring all transmissions to and from the Halcyon.”
“Yes, sir.”
At the farmhouse in Naples, the phone rang. Pier started to get up to answer it.
“Hold it,” one of the men said. He walked over to the phone and picked it up. “Hello?” He listened for a moment, then threw the phone down and turned to his companion. “Bellamy took the hydrofoil to Capri. Let’s go!”
Pier watched the two men hurry out of the door, and thought: God never meant me to have so much money, anyway. I hope he gets away.
When the ferry boat to Ischia arrived, Robert mingled with the crowd boarding it. He kept to himself, avoiding eye contact. Thirty minutes later, when the boat docked at Ischia, Robert disembarked and walked over to the ticket booth on the pier. A sign announced that the ferry to Sorrento was due in ten minutes. “A round trip ticket to Sorrento,” Robert said.
Ten minutes later he was on his way to Sorrento, back to the mainland. With a little luck, the search will have shifted to Capri, Robert thought. With a little luck.
The food market at Sorrento was crowded. Farmers had come in from the countryside bringing fresh fruit and vegetables and sides of beef that lined the meat stalls. The street was thronged with vendors and shoppers.
Robert approached a husky man in a stained apron, loading a truck.