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She stumbled against a crate and almost fell. Pain seared her ankle. She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out.

Emile sensed her position. His great hand brushed her shoulder and she sidestepped barely in time to evade his grasp. She tried to run, but her injured foot gave under her and she sprawled full-length.

Emile howled triumphantly and thudded onto his knees beside her, his hands clawing at her body. She beat at him vainly with the useless gun and could feel the strength leaving her arms. She no longer expected to escape. She was trying only to infuriate him to the point of killing her outright.

Then, suddenly, inexplicably, it was over. The cretin's hands went limp and he fell forward across her shoulders. The rancid smell of his skin filled her mouth and nostrils. She could feel bile rising in her throat.

A pencil beam shone into her eyes, making her close them and turn her head away. She heard Illya's voice say, "Hold on. You can faint when we are safely out of here."

She lay limp while he pulled the weight of the creature from her. "Did you kill him?" she asked at last.

"No. His skull is thick."

"I'm glad. The poor devil isn't responsible."

Illya raised her gently. "You must try to get on your feet," he said. "We are not out yet."

"I'll make it," she promised. "Give me a minute to get my bearings. What's happened to Anna?"

"I don't know. I've seen only the floor manager. He told me where to find you. After a little persuasion, of course."

She stood up and tested her damaged ankle. The pain was bearable. She said, "I'm ready when you are, but I wish I had a gun that worked. Have you seen anything of a character called Luigi?"

"No. Only the floor manager."

"Well, watch out for him. He has a mean disposition."

They went out of the cellar. Illya shut the door and pushed the bolt home. "That should keep our friend safe," he said.

He led the way up the steps and through the door. The corridor was empty. Blodwen whispered, "Anna's office is along on the left."

"We won't disturb her," Illya said. "We're going out through the kitchens." He pressed her arm. "This way."

He help open a swing-door set in the wall at right angles to the one through which they had come. He followed her through and let it close softly behind them. He switched on the flashlight and the beam danced over well-scrubbed tables and gleaming white kitchen gear. Illya said, "Straight ahead."

Blodwen had her hand on the latch of the street door when the lights went on and a slug thudded into the wood beside her.

As she whirled and dropped to the floor, taking inadequate cover behind a bread bin, another shot sang past.

Illya, unlimbering the P38 behind a storage cabinet, asked, "Who is the marksman with the silencer?"

"That's Luigi," she said. "I told you he was no gentleman."

Chapter Sixteen

Solo had been waiting for more than an hour when the inspector returned to his office. He was smiling broadly.

He said, "We've got him. And Anna Soo Lee, too. He's coughed the lot."

Solo said, "Congratulations. Was it rugged?"

"Oh, he was tough at first. You never saw a better performance. But when I showed him the medallion and the Commando dagger, and told him he was being saddled with the hit-and-run and two murders, he wilted. Incidentally, he denies all knowledge of the Berwick Street job and I'm inclined to believe him. But the rest was enough. He knew we had him to rights and decided he wasn't going to carry the can alone. He made a full statement."

"He admits killing Price Hughes?"

"Yes, but his story is that he was acting under orders. Orders from Anna Soo Lee.

"He says the old man and Anna were mixed up in some kind of big deal — he doesn't know what — and Hughes suddenly got scared and wanted to get out. Anna paid Bambini to get rid of him."

"Where was he killed?" Solo asked. "It couldn't have been in his own apartment. The place looked as if it hadn't been lived in for months."

"They used a girl to lure him to one of the upper rooms in the Gloriana. After the murder, they kept the body in the refrigeration room behind the kitchens. Told the staff some cock-and-bull story about the wiring being out of order. Then, at the right moment, Bambini smuggled him out to the car and dumped him on Hampstead Heath."

He put on his hat and overcoat. "We're ready to move in on Anna. The car's waiting downstairs. Do you want to see the end of it?"

Solo said, "I'll be right with you."

He brought out the little black transmitter and tuned the dials. "Illya?"

The Russian's voice came back faintly. "What kept you? I thought you would never answer."

"Where are you?"

"In the Gloriana. I have Blodwen with me."

Solo said quickly, "She's okay?"

"At the moment, yes," Illya said. "But you'd better get here fast. Blodwen has mislaid her gun, and I have only three full clips left."

"We're on our way."

Solo told the inspector, "That's a real S.O.S. Illya doesn't like calling for help. He's in rough trouble."

"He'll soon be out of it," Jevons said. "The Flying Squad will have got to Newport Street by now."

Dawn was already bright in the sky when they reached the Gloriana. A policeman with the build of a heavyweight opened the car door and leaned in. He said, "We've got a harder nut here than we expected. The club doors are solid steel, painted to look like wood. It looks as if we'll have to cut our way in with oxyacetylene. That'll take a little time and there's some shooting going on inside."

Jevons said, "Can't you get up to the windows?"

"We've tried it. They've got steel shutters. The place is a fortress."

Solo asked, "Would it upset protocol if an outsider tried something? There are two of our people in there, remember."

The big policeman said skeptically, "Any suggestions welcome, chum. But I don't know what you think you're going to achieve."

Solo got out of the car and crossed the street. He took from his hip pocket what looked like a cigarette case and lighter combined. He laid the case against the doors of the club and called, "Duck!" Then he depressed the thumb lever and threw himself flat, covering his head with his arms.

The case exploded like a grenade. In the narrow street the crash was deafening. Chips of brick and paving flew like shrapnel, spattering noisily on the roofs and sides of the police cars. When the smoke cleared the big doors where sagging inward.

"My Gawd!" the Flying Squad sergeant said. "What was it? A pocket atom bomb?"

He led the charge into the club, with Solo close behind. They pounded together across the dance floor.

A man came running from the back quarters, clutching a sub-machine gun. Before he could steady it at his hip, a devastating right swing from the policeman flattened him.

Three shots sounded in rapid succession followed by a fourth. "That's Illya. It's his call signal."

A Maltese with a knife foolishly tried to bar their way to the kitchen. The police sergeant picked him up bodily and threw him against the wall. His head hit the bricks with a sound like a ping-pong paddle hitting the ball. He went down without a murmur.

Luigi came through the swinging door with his hands held high. He knew when to turn it in. Squad men collected him with the others.

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