And why did we all drink so much at the bar that night? Each of us had a different reason. Engles set the pace — unobtrusively, of course, but nevertheless he set the pace. And he made it fast, because he wished to appear to be drunk and he wanted the others to be drunk. I drank because the liquor warmed me and I was keeping Engles company. Joe drank because everyone was friends again and that pleased him. He hated emotional conflicts. No doubt that was why he was a bachelor. Mayne drank because he wanted to catch up with the spirit of the party and to forget that moment at the piano. And Keramikos? I wasn’t sure at the time why Keramikos drank.
Engles seemed to get drunk quicker than the others. By eleven o’clock he had had a row with Joe and staggered out of the bar in a blazing temper. Keramikos made a clumsy movement to take up his glass and knocked it on to the floor. He looked at it for a second in a fuddled way, took off his glasses and wiped his eyes and then walked stiffly to the door and went up to bed. The party was beginning to break up. I followed shortly afterwards, leaving Mayne and Joe, both very tight. When I got upstairs, I found Engles sitting on my bed. ‘I take it you’re not as drunk as you appear to be?’ he said.
‘I’m pleasantly happy,’ I said. ‘But I could doubtless sober up if you could show me any good reason why I should.’
‘We’re getting out of here,’ he said.
‘When?’ I asked.
‘Tonight,’ he replied. ‘As soon as everybody has settled down.’ I noticed then that he had got his ski boots on and his windbreaker and gloves were on the chair beside the bed. ‘Lock the door,’ he said, ‘and come and sit down.’
When I had done this, he began to give me instructions. He was concise and clear, just as he had always been when briefing us before an action. His manner was calm and he chose his words carefully, though he was speaking fast. How he managed to think so clearly after all the liquor he had drunk, I don’t know. But then, as I have said, he took drink like most people take food. It seemed to feed his brain and stimulate his mind. For myself, I felt distinctly light-headed and I had to concentrate hard to follow and remember what he was saying.
‘Have you looked outside?’ he asked me.
I told him, ‘No.’
‘Pull back that curtain, then, and have a look.’
I did this and was surprised to see that it had stopped snowing and the sky had cleared. The great banks of fresh snow that were piled up round the hut shone white in bright moonlight. But the wind still howled dismally and, wherever I looked, the powdery top layer of snow was moving in the way that fine sand shifts low across the desert before a sandstorm.
There’s a good, deep drift of snow just below the window here,’ he went on. ‘As soon as everybody has settled down for the night, I’m going to drop out of your window on to the belvedere. You probably didn’t notice, but when we came up to the hut with those tools this evening, I dropped one of the picks into a drift. Mayne didn’t notice either. I’m going to take that pick, go through under the supports of the hut and smash open the door to the cable machine-room. Unfortunately Keramikos’ room is just above it. He’ll hear me breaking the door and he’ll come after me then. I don’t think I’ll have time to smash the other skis. Keramikos has a gun. He told me that in the machine-room this afternoon and I don’t want to get shot before I’m clear of this place.’
‘I know he’s got a gun,’ I said. ‘But he’s too drunk to use it.’
Engles gave a short laugh. ‘Nonsense,’ he said. ‘Keramikos is as sober as I am. And he knows that I can’t do him any harm at the moment unless I get at those skis.’
‘You mean he was pretending to be drunk?’ I asked. My brain was working very slowly.
Engles nodded. ‘That last drink I mixed — he didn’t touch it. And I didn’t give it to you or Joe. There was a Mickey in it. He knew it as soon as he tasted it. Mayne was the only one that drank it. He’ll sleep all right tonight.’
‘But I don’t quite see why Keramikos should want to follow you,’ I said.
‘My God! You’re dull tonight, Neil,’ said Engles sharply. ‘Keramikos is a Greek national. In Greece we couldn’t touch him. But here in Italy it’s different. Italy is still conquered territory. We still have our troops in Venezia Giulia. If I could get through to the Field Security Police there, he’d have a pretty nasty time getting out of the country. And he knows that I’m more interested in him than in the gold.’
