Afterwards, Quinn said weakly, "She's crazy, of course."

"A raving loony. She must be," Billy said.

Dillon nodded. "She always was a bit that way, Billy." His Codex rang. It was Ferguson, who said, "Your slot's arranged and the ambulance will be at Brancaster. And I've fixed up Henry Bellamy. Are you certain the Senator's up to the plane trip?"

"He has to be. If I deliver him to the Royal Victoria Hospital in, they'll call in the RUC. Does he need that kind of publicity? I think not, and the three badly damaged specimens we left beside the road outside Drumcree would agree."

"All right, we'll keep our fingers crossed. So Kate Rashid was having a meeting with Barry Keenan? How did you find out?"

"Some inspired computer trawling by Roper. I won't bore you with the details. The only important thing is, I knew she was going to the Royal George in Drumcree, and Roper discovered that it's Real IRA country and Keenan runs things, and remember what he's famous for? One of the best bombmakers in the business. It seemed logical to a.s.sume Kate was up to her old tricks."

"And is she?"

"She certainly is. We planted a recorder in the snug at the George and retrieved it later. You've got the whole meeting on tape. Anyway, I have to go. We're just coming up to Aldergrove."

"Just tell me what her target is."

"The bridge at Bacu in the Empty Quarter. It spans a huge gorge. Carries an old railway line and the main pipelines linking the interior oil fields to the coast. Keenan's agreed to blow it up for her."

Ferguson was horrified. "She can't do that, it would cripple world oil supplies."

"I think that's exactly the point, Charles."

The flight went smoothly. Quinn, dulled by the morphine, slept most of the way and safely arrived at Brancaster. Dillon and Billy went with him in the ambulance to Rosedene, where they found Henry Bellamy waiting in reception, having a cup of tea with a pleasant middle-aged woman in matron's uniform. Dillon had removed the moustache and tinted gla.s.ses.

She kissed him on the cheek and said in an Ulster accent, "Your hair looks dreadful. I suppose you've been up to fun and games again."

"Absolutely, Martha." The gurney came in, pushed by two paramedics. "Be good to this one, Professor," he said to Bellamy. "He's a Medal of Honor winner. He received a gunshot wound in the right shoulder approximately four hours ago."

"What treatment has he gotten?" Dillon told him, and Bellamy nodded. "Prepare him for the theater, Sister, and you and your friend can check back later." He smiled. "And shampoo your hair, Dillon, just for me."

They got a taxi, and he and Billy shared it to Stable Mews. Billy said, "She's got to be stopped, doesn't she?"

"I'd say so."

"And that means us?"

"I'd say so again, Billy, if you're game."

"You know I am, Dillon. But I won't tell Harry until the last minute. He'd only worry. When do you think it will be?"

"Well, you heard her tell Keenan and his boys to be in Dublin tomorrow morning. The job itself is scheduled for three days from now."

Billy nodded. "That's good. I'd like to get on with it."

The taxi rolled up to Stable Mews and Dillon got out with his bag. "Oh, and Billy," he murmured, "I also wouldn't tell Harry you've just been using a shooter now. As you say, it gets him worried."

"He'll know," Billy said gloomily, and left.

Within minutes, Dillon was in the shower, shampooing his hair vigorously, the black dye trickling everywhere. Only when his blond hair was spotless again did he step out and towel vigorously.

He pulled on black cords, a black Armani shirt, and his old flying jacket, combed his hair, and checked himself in the mirror.

"Not bad, you old sod," he said softly, and his Codex rang.

Ferguson said, "Where are you?"

"Stable Mews. I'm on my way."

"Make it Roper's. I'll see you there, I've had him check this Bacu place. And don't forget the recorder."

Dillon put it in his pocket, left the cottage, went to the end of the street, and hailed a cab.

Dillon found Roper at his computers, but no sign of Ferguson as yet. Roper was working away at the keys and downloading a ma.s.s of material. He stopped and looked Dillon over.

"You're looking well, but I suppose action and pa.s.sion suit you. Ferguson filled me in about the gunplay. What about Quinn?"

"Having surgery at the moment with Henry Bellamy at Rosedene. A bullet in the right shoulder delivered by a rather old-fashioned Webley thirty-eight."

"Webley? G.o.d, they must be hard up for weaponry. What went wrong?"

"Quinn simply froze when he was face-to-face with them. He could have shot the man involved but couldn't pull the trigger. Billy had to do it for him."

"I imagine he's taken it badly."

"Exactly. Especially as they weren't any real challenge. There were three of them and not very good. Billy got two, I took care of one. Amateurs, really. We left them damaged, not dead."

"So, a successful trip."

Dillon took out the recorder. "Thanks to you. We've got everything Keenan and Kate said to each other."

"I look forward to hearing it. Ferguson told me the target, and I went into Rashid Investments' projects for Hazar and the Empty Quarter."

The doorbell sounded, he pressed the electronic switch, and a moment later Ferguson and Hannah came in. "There you are," he said.

"As ever was." Dillon smiled at Hannah and kissed her on the cheek. "G.o.d bless, Hannah."

"You've been in the wars again, Sean."

"For a good cause." He held up the recorder. "You want to hear it, General?"

"I d.a.m.n well do." Ferguson sat down and Dillon switched it on.

Afterwards, Ferguson said, "It's even worse than I thought. How in the h.e.l.l do we handle it?"

"You could always ring her up," Dillon said cheerfully. "And say, 'h.e.l.lo, Countess, I have a tape of a certain conversation between you and a notorious IRA bomber. We know what you intend.'"

"Yes, but what does she intend?" Roper said. "To blow up a railway bridge-her own bridge-in disputed territory where no international law holds sway? And by the way, she also owns the railway, the rather ancient Indian rolling stock and the track, even the continuance of it from the Empty Quarter down through Oman to the coast. She even owns the oil pipes."

Ferguson looked at Hannah. "What on earth kind of legal case would there be, Superintendent?"

"Not much of one-even if there was was a legal system in her part of the Empty Quarter." a legal system in her part of the Empty Quarter."

"By the way, General," Dillon said, "you couldn't even ring her up. From what she said, she's on her way to Hazar right now. Keenan and his boys arrive tomorrow. The bomb's set for the seventh. Hardly gives you time to send for the SAS or the Marines."

"So what's the solution?"

"Give me a moment." Dillon turned to Roper. "Show me what you've downloaded about the bridge itself and the area around it."

"I can show you on the screen."

He did so and Dillon had a look and stabbed a finger at a point about fifteen miles south of the Bacu. "Tank Five, what's that? There's a little sign beside it."

"Remember, this is a steam train. They need a lot of water in that kind of heat, and they usually have to stop and fill up along the way. According to the map, it's a steep gradient," Roper added.

"That's it," Dillon nodded. "A good spot to board the train."

"Who's boarding the train?" Ferguson was bewildered.

"I am, it's the only solution. Board the train at Tank Five and dispose of Keenan and his two friends."

"On your own? You must be mad."

"Actually, Billy's already volunteered his services. Of course, it means you've got to get your a.r.s.e into gear, get hold of Lacey and Parry and tell them to get our plane ready for a quick departure to Hazar."

"But, Dillon," Roper said, "how in the h.e.l.l would you get to Tank Five? There are Rashid Bedu all over the place, goatherds, caravans, G.o.d knows what."

"Billy and I will do a parachute drop, early morning when it's still half-dark. We've done it before."

"Sean, are you sure?" Hannah said.

"There's no time for anything else, no other way. Now do me a favor. As well as Lacey and Parry, speak to the Quartermaster at Farley Field, tell him what I'm up to and say I'll need the usual equipment."

She turned to Ferguson. "Sir?"

He took a deep breath. "Get on with it, Superintendent."

"Excellent," Dillon said. "One more thing. Speak to Tony Villiers. His input could be crucial. I'm going home to pack." He grinned at Roper. "If I need you, I'll phone you."

Ferguson said, "I'll drop you off," and they went out, Hannah following.

Billy was sitting in his usual booth at the Dark Man when his phone rang. Dillon said, "Just listen." When he was finished, he added, "Are you in or out?"

"I haven't got time to waste, Dillon. I've got to pack. I'll see you at Farley."

Harry said, "Farley? Pack? What the h.e.l.l's going on?"

Billy told him.

In Hazar, Villiers was encamped with five Land Rovers and nineteen Scouts at the Oasis at El Hajiz, where Bobby Hawk had been killed. The line was only a mile away and he had every intention of crossing it and driving under cover of darkness to Fuad. Achmed, who had proved an excellent Sergeant, had volunteered to go with him, the intention being to blow up the ammunition and arms store at Fuad, aided by a large block of Semtex and a timing pencil.

He answered his Codex and found Ferguson on the other end. "Charles, what can I do for you?"

"Just listen." Villiers did, while the General went through everything they'd learned.

"What do you want from me?"

"Any input you think useful. You don't seem surprised."

"Nothing Kate Rashid does surprises me anymore. As for input, Dillon's idea of dropping in by parachute at Tank Five makes sense, since he and young Salter have done that kind of thing before. However, let's say it works, they dispose of Keenan and his men and foil the plot. It leaves them with a problem."

"What's that?"

"How to get out in one piece. That's hostile terrain, Bedu country, and mainly Rashid Bedu, Kate's people. I also imagine her helicopter will be in the area hoping to pick up Keenan and his men."

"What would you suggest?"

"I suppose I'll have to go for Dillon and Billy myself. Actually, it's a good thing you phoned me."

"Why?"

"I was going to drive to Fuad with my Sergeant under cover of darkness and blow up their ammunition and explosive store, but I can't do that with this other thing coming up. Kate Rashid would be alerted."

"You're right."

"I'll check on her movements. The other problem is the possibility that Dillon and young Salter might be recognized from the last time, and the news reach her. But she may have gone up-country. I'll let you know."

"What if she hasn't?"

"Well, we have the RAF compound at the airport now. Make sure your plane has RAF roundels, and have the crew wear uniform. I can pick Dillon and Salter up. In Arab gear and with a scarf across the face, they'd make acceptable Scouts for the time that's necessary. Are you coming?"

"I hadn't thought of it."

"I'd need bigger robes for you. I'll speak to you later, Charles."

At Farley Field, Dillon arrived as the Gulfstream was taxiing up to the ap.r.o.n, and noticed the RAF roundels at once. The engines were switched off, the door opened, the steps came down, and a Flight Sergeant emerged in RAF uniform, a man called Pound whom Dillon knew well.

"Mr. Dillon, sir. I see we're bound for foreign parts again."

"And a rather hot one." Lacey came down the steps, also wearing full uniform. "Very pretty," Dillon said. "It's the first time I've seen you with that Air Force Cross ribbon."

"The General wants us to have an official smokescreen at Hazar. You and young Billy have got to be kept under wraps. Colonel Villiers is turning you into Scouts."

"Mr. Dillon." A voice called, and Dillon turned and saw the Quartermaster standing in the entrance of the admin block. "I've got our stuff ready."

Dillon followed him in and found various items laid out on a trestle table: two silenced AK47s, two Brownings with Carswell silencers, and t.i.tanium bullet-proof vests. Last, but not least, the parachutes.

"Anything else, sir?" the Quartermaster asked.