The Secret Warriors - By W.E.B. Griffin Page 0,121
Saint James.”
“Almost as well-connected as Jimmy, in other words,” Canidy said dryly.
“I think that ran through Colonel Donovan’s mind when he suggested we involve Captain Whittaker in the flying-bomb project,” Stevens said dryly.
Then he looked at his watch. “Hadn’t you better start heading back to Whitby House?”
“I sort of hoped I could stick around here until we hear something more about Fine,” Canidy said.
“Sure,” Stevens said. “Stay right here, if you like. As soon as I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”
4
WHITBY HOUSE
KENT, ENGLAND
2100 HOURS
AUGUST 17, 1942
As he pulled the heavy tarpaulin from the trunk of the Ford and dragged it in place over the car, Captain James M. B. Whittaker wondered if he was being subtly punished by Major Richard Canidy.
There was no reason Canidy couldn’t have driven the Ford himself into London, but he had insisted that Whittaker drive him. And there was no reason Whittaker could not have stayed in London, but Canidy had insisted the risk of leaving the stolen car (despite new numbers painted on the hood and a valid trip ticket) in London overnight was too great to take.
So he wound up, in the car he had stolen for his own convenience, playing chauffeur to Canidy and being sent back to Whitby House like any other chauffeur.
Canidy could be subtle at times, and this was probably one of those times.
When he walked into Whitby House, the officer of the guard told him that Lieutenant Jamison had gone to the movie they were showing. The movie started at 2000 hours, so there was no point in walking down there just to see the end of it. If Jamison had gone to the movies, the duchess had probably gone with him.
With Canidy gone, he could have at least tried to have a shot at the duchess, even though he knew Canidy was dead serious when he told him the duchess was off-limits. As Whittaker made his way up the wide staircase to his apartment—the one that was once the duchess’s—he was forced to conclude that the world was often cruel to kind, gentle, and all-around worthy people like himself.
When he got to the apartment, he felt he was entitled, by way of solace, to a drink or two of the Scotch Canidy had had the foresight to steal from the cabinet in the library of the house on Q Street. If he didn’t drink it now, he thought, it would be all gone. And technically, it was his anyway.
He went into the ducal chambers, found the Scotch, poured a glassful, and carried the glass back into the apartment. There he carefully poured two inches of it into a second glass, added water, and sat down in a high-backed chair. He was sipping it when there was a loud and almost vulgar gurgling sound. He looked around the suite in surprise and for the first time saw there was a crack of light under the door to the bathroom.
The duchess is shamelessly taking advantage of the American hot water, he thought. Naughty. And she is not at the movies with Jamison.
Elizabeth, Duchess Stanfield, came into the room several minutes later. She was wearing a thick terry-cloth robe, and her hair was wrapped in a towel.
“I’d hoped to be done before you returned,” she said.
“No apologies required,” he said. “My bathtub is your bathtub, as they say in ol’ Meh-hi-co.”
She smiled at him. “That was a quick trip,” she said.
“Our leader elected to stay in London,” Whittaker said.
“And you didn’t?” she teased.
“Oh, he was on business,” Whittaker said. “And I guess he—”
“What?”
“There’s a mission on. I think he wanted to stick close to London to get word on it. A couple of pals of ours are involved.”
“I see,” she said. “Waiting is difficult, isn’t it?”
“Can I offer you a little belt of this?” he asked. “Guaranteed to cure what ails you and to take the hair off your chest.”
Now, that was a goddamned dumb thing to say.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Genuine Scotch whiskey,” he said
“Yes, I think I would,” she said. “I feel a bit down, myself.”
She has forgiven me. Watch the mouth from here on in.
“Me, too,” he said. “They say that misery loves company.”
He made her a drink. She surprised him by saying she would take it neat.
“This is very nice,” she said.
“Reimported from the United States by our leader,” he said.
“Will he be angry when he finds it gone?”
“Probably,” Whittaker said. “Why do you ask? Has he been jumping on you again?”