‘It is true,’ Carla interrupted him hoarsely. ‘Everything he has said is true. I know it is true.’ She had struggled to her feet. Her face was grey under her make-up and she was very close to tears. ‘You wished to keel me. You said you would find out where the gold was. You said you loved me. You said we would discover the gold and then we would marry and share it. But you lied.’ Her voice trembled on the edge of hysteria. ‘All the time you lie to me. It was you who bought Col da Varda at the auction. I discovered that yesterday. And — it is you who know where the gold is. You — you,’ she screamed. ‘May it do you the good it has done the others.’
Mayne went across to her. There was no doubt of his intentions. He was livid with anger. He was going to hit her, but as he took his hand out of his pocket, Valdini, who had recovered consciousness, went for his gun. It was in an armpit holster and because he was still dazed he fumbled the draw. Mayne was quicker. He shot him before he had even got his gun out of its holster. He shot him in the chest. A little black mark appeared suddenly on the brilliant blue of Valdini’s jacket, and he gave a grunt and rolled over.
Nobody moved for a moment. The smoke curled up blue from Mayne’s gun. The shattering sound of the shot seemed to have immobilised us all. Valdini began to whimper and cough up blood.
Carla was the first to move. She gave a little cry and knelt down beside Valdini. We watched her lift his head and wipe the blood from his mouth with the yellow silk handkerchief from his breast pocket. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. ‘Carla — car a mia.’ He tried to smile at her and then his head fell back, loose and relaxed.
‘Stefan!’ she cried out. ‘Stefan! Don’t leave me.’
But he was dead.
She looked up then, still holding his body in her arms. And she was crying. I think that was the most shocking part of the whole business — that she should be crying because Stefan Valdini was dead.
‘Why did you have to kill him?’ Her voice sounded tired. ‘He loved me. My poor Stefan! He was all I had really. All I’ve ever had. He was mine. He was the only one who really loved me. He was like a puppy. Why did you have to kill him?’
She seemed to take a grip on herself then. She laid Valdini’s body back on the floor and got to her feet. Then she went slowly towards Mayne. He was watching her and at the same time trying to watch us, the gun still in his hand. When she was close to him, she stopped. Her eyes were big and wild-looking. ‘You fool!’ she said. ‘We might have killed Heinrich quietly and shared all that gold between the two of us. We might have been very happy for all of our lives. Why did you have to have Heinrich arrested? And those two friends of yours? It was all so public.’
‘The sight of that gold was too much for my two friends,’ Mayne replied harshly.
Carla sighed. ‘All my life I have lived with men who cheated and killed. But I thought you were honest. I thought you really loved me. In Venice — I was so happy at the thought that we should be rich and be able to live well and without danger. Then you went away and Heinrich and your two friends were arrested. I became suspicious then. I had Stefan follow you. Then I knew that it was all over, that it was not me you loved — only the gold. You bid against me for this place. You planned to murder Stefan and myself. You are a dirty lying cheat.” She said these words without emotion. But her voice rose as she went on, ‘Now you have killed Stefan. Why don’t you kill me too? You have a gun. You should not be afraid with a gun in your hand. Go on, kill me, why don’t you?’ She laughed. ‘You fool, Gilbert! You should kill me now — and all these others. Think of all that gold — and then remember that you are the only person left who knows where it is.’ She smiled bitterly. ‘It will do you no good. Arrivederci, Gilbert.’
She turned and walked slowly out of the room.
We watched her go. I don’t know about the others, but my nails bit deeply into the palms of my hands as I waited, tensed, for Mayne to fire. His face was white and sullen and I could feel the pressure of his finger on the trigger of that pistol as he slowly lifted it. Then suddenly he relaxed and let the gun fall to his side. Carla’s ski boots sounded on the bare boards of the passage outside and then climbed slowly up the stairs.
He turned to us with a smile. It was meant to be an easy, confident smile. But all he achieved was a deathly grin. His face looked drawn and hollow. His skin had a grey pallor that was not entirely due to the dim, snow-whitened light that came through the windows from the bleak world outside. And I suddenly realised that he was afraid.
