Jean said, and hurried across the Great Hall to head upstairs.
No more than forty minutes or so later it was strangely calm. The funeral people had departed with the body, Dr Ryan had moved on, and Father Cassidy had also left. Justin Talbot was back in the study, pouring another whisky at the bar when Kelly appeared.
‘Do you want that drink now?’ Justin asked.
‘Why not? Hannah’s just finishing in the kitchen. She intends to stay. Your mother will need her. I’ll walk back over the estate. It’ll give me time to think; there’s a full moon.’ He accepted his whisky. ‘Big changes, Justin.’
Talbot nodded, looking up at the painting of his grandfather over the fireplace. ‘That will have to go, for starters. Maybe the Orange Lodge will find a place for it.’
‘Who knows?’ Kelly said.
‘Let me see you off. It’s been a hell of a day, Jack.’ And he led him out.
At Holland Park, Roper had dozed off in his wheelchair for a good two hours. He woke to find Sergeant Doyle looking concerned.
‘Are you okay, Major?’
‘Aches and pains, Tony.’ He checked the time. ‘No wonder: two o’clock in the morning. Mug of tea, please.’
He lit a forbidden cigarette and checked his screens for the overnight news, and there it was, the death of Colonel Henry Talbot. He hesitated, then called Ferguson on his Codex, who replied at once and sounded perfectly civil.
‘Is it something important, Roper? We’ll be landing in an hour and a half.’
‘Two o’clock in the morning here, General, and a news report’s beginning to filter through which I thought might interest you. Colonel Henry Talbot died a few hours ago at Talbot Place in County Down.’
‘Did he, by Jove?’
‘What do you think will happen now?’
‘My dear old chum, General Sir Hadley Chase will bow out gracefully as Chairman of the company and Justin Talbot will become an extremely wealthy man. Eight hundred million, I hear. Thanks for letting me know. We’ll talk later, I’m sure.’
‘Before you say over and out, there’s also been an incident you’ll want to know about.’
‘Then tell me about it.’ Roper told him about what had happened at the Dark Man and, when he was finished, Ferguson said, ‘Damn sinister, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘The hint of Al Qaeda certainly makes one think.’
‘More than a hint,’ Ferguson said. ‘Allah is great and Osama is his Prophet. That would seem a clear indication to me.’
‘I agree, General. Though to many Muslims, it would be counted as blasphemy.’
‘You’ve got a point. All I can say is, it would be sensible for us to conclude that we are being targeted and act accordingly. We’ll talk about it when I return, but I want all of you to take care.’
Doyle brought the tea and Roper sat there, considering the matter. Eight hundred million. It didn’t bear thinking about, so he dismissed it and went back to the news.
PAKISTAN
NORTH-WEST FRONTIER PESHAWAR
6
It was eight-thirty in the morning as the Gulfstream descended towards Pakistan. As Holley had said, Peshawar International wasn’t the biggest of airports, but it did belong to the modern world. The mountains of Afghanistan and the North-West Frontier made an impressive backdrop and, unusually, a railway crossing stood at the end of the main runway.
‘What about that?’ Miller said to Ferguson as they peered out.
‘Days of the Raj, I suppose.’ Ferguson suddenly felt nostalgic.
They landed, and Squadron Leader Lacey, following instructions from the tower, taxied to a corner of the airport where two Chinook helicopters were parked. The ground personnel who waved them in wore air-force overalls.
Ferguson and Miller got out of the Gulfstream, and Lacey and Parry joined them, passing out the luggage. A few yards away, two army officers were engaged in conversation and turned to greet them. One was a Captain wearing a khaki summer uniform, a line of medal ribbons above his left pocket, carrying a swagger stick. He was a handsome man, possibly Pathan, although he was wearing a cap, not a turban, and the belt at his waist carried a holstered Browning pistol.
‘General Ferguson, Major Miller.’ He saluted. ‘A pleasure to meet you. My name is Abu Salim, Military Police. I’m here to welcome you and take you to see my commanding officer, Colonel Ahmed Atep.’
‘Very civil of you, Captain.’ Ferguson shook hands.
Salim turned to Lacey and Parry. ‘My colleague, Lieutenant Hamid, will see to your needs, gentlemen. There is a guesthouse close by which takes care of visiting pilots.’
Lacey turned to Ferguson. ‘We’ll get a full engine check and refuel, sir.