'I agree – but it's also true; Paul has gone to look for his father's plane. I can't think of any other reason why he should shoot off to Algiers with a Land-Rover. He's looking for a plane which crashed over forty years ago and that's a hell of a long time. I was looking at a map this afternoon. Do you know how big the Sahara is?' She shook her head and I said grimly, 'Three million square miles – just about the same size as the United States but a hell of a lot emptier. It'll be like searching the proverbial haystack for the needle, with the difference that the needle might not be there.'
'What do you mean by that?'
'Suppose Hendrik van Niekirk really did see Peter Billson in Durban after he was supposed to have crashed. You can lay ten to one that Billson wouldn't have left that plane lying around for anyone to find. If he was a faker after that insurance money my guess is that he'd ditch off-shore in the Mediterranean. He'd row himself ashore in a collapsible dinghy – they had those in 1936, I've checked – and get himself lost. So Paul might be looking for something in the desert that's not there.'
'I don't like that,' she said coldly. 'You're implying that my mother was party to a fraud.'
'I'm sorry,' I said. 'I don't like it much myself, but it's a possibility that has to be considered. I do it all the time in my business, Miss Aarvik.'
A waiter interrupted us by bringing the first course. Over the onion soup I said, 'Anyway, that's where your brother is – somewhere in Algeria if he isn't already in Niger or Chad or somewhere else as improbable.'
'He must be brought back,' she said. 'Mr Stafford, I don't have much money, but is it at all possible for your detective agency to look for him?'
'I don't run a detective agency,' I said. 1 run a security organization. Lots of people get the two confused. Frankly, I don't see why you want him back. You've just heard of how he's been deceiving you for years. I think you're better off without him.'
'He's my brother,' she said simply. 'He's the only family I have in the world.'
She looked so woebegone that I took pity on her. I suppose it was then the decision was made. Of course I hedged it about with 'ifs' and 'maybes' as a sop to my conscience should I renege, but the decision was made.
I said carefully, 'There's a possibility – just a possibility, mind you – that I may be going to North Africa in the near future. If I do, I'll ask around to see if I can find him.'
She lit up as though I'd given her the key to the Bank of England. That's very good of you,' she said warmly.
'Don't go overboard about it,' I warned. 'Even if I do find him your troubles aren't over. Supposing he doesn't want to come hack – what am I supposed to do? Kidnap him? He's a free agent, you know.'
'If you find him send me a cable and I'll fly out If I can talk to Paul I can get him to come back.'
'No doubt you can, but the first problem is to find him. But we have some things going for us. Firstly, there are large areas of the Sahara where he will not look for the aircraft' I paused and then said acidly, 'Not if he has any sense, that is, which I beg leave to doubt'
'Oh! Which areas?'
The inhabited bits – the Sahara is not all blasted wilderness. Then there's the course Peter Billson intended to fly -that should give us a rough indication of where the plane is likely to be. Is there anyone who'd know such an odd item of information after forty years?'
She shook her head despondently, then said slowly, There's a man in the Aeronautical Section of the Science Museum -Paul used to talk to him a lot. He's some sort of aeronautical historian, he has all sorts of details in his records. I don't remember his name, though.'
'I'll check,' I said. 'The other point in our favour is that in a relatively empty land a stranger tends to stand out. If Paul is buzzing about remote areas in a Land-Rover he'll leave a pretty well-defined trail.'
She smiled at me. 'You're making me feel better already.'
'Don't raise your hopes too high. When… if I go to North Africa I'll send you an address where you can contact me.'
She nodded briefly and we got on with the meal I took her home quite early and then went back to the club to bump into Charlie Malleson who was just coming out. 'I thought I'd missed you,' he said. 'I was just passing and I thought I'd pop in to see you.'
I glanced at my watch. 'The bar's still open. What about a drink?'
'Fine.'
We took our drinks to an isolated table and Charlie said, 'I rang you at home but no one was in, so I took a chance on finding you here.' I merely nodded, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. 'Is it true what I hear about you and Gloria?'
'Depends what you've heard, but I can guess what it is. Bad news gets around fast. It's true enough. Where did you hear it?'
'Brinton was saying something yesterday. Gloria's been talking to him.'
'Getting her version in first, no doubt. She won't impress Brinton.'
'Well, I'm truly sorry it happened this way. Are you starting a divorce action?'
