The Doorkeepers by Graham Masterton

Author:Graham Masterton [Masterton, Graham]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Bloomsbury UK
Published: 2012-10-26T06:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

The next morning it was raining hard. They sat in a gloomy side room using a museum packing-case as a table, and shared a breakfast of Force wheat flakes and dry crackers spread with marmalade, and mugs of tea. Josh had never drunk so much tea in his life. It seemed as if every half an hour or so, somebody would put the kettle on. Having a cup of tea was their response to everything: shock, tiredness, elation, boredom, going to bed and waking up again.

John Farbelow came up to them dangling a set of car keys. “I’m going to let you borrow my Austin. Simon will drive you. You can go down to Lavender Hill and talk to your sister’s landlady. Then you can make some inquiries at Wheatstone’s. But be very careful when you go there. Frank Mordant’s as sharp as a tack.”

Simon took the car keys, tossed them up and caught them. “Not like you to trust me with anything, guvnor.”

“I’m trusting you because you owe these people your life. You take very good care of them, d’you hear, otherwise you’ll have me to answer to.”

Simon tried to look nonchalant, but it was obvious that he was frightened of John Farbelow. Josh had the feeling that John Farbelow might have caught Simon in some petty act of theft or betrayal, not so long ago, and that Simon considered himself lucky to have been let off lightly.

“Just remember,” John Farbelow warned him, as they prepared to leave the basement and go out into the rain, but from the look on his face Josh guessed that Simon didn’t need to be reminded of what he was supposed to remember.

They pushed their way out of the British Museum basement and climbed up the wet stone steps to the street. The rain was heavy and gusty, but every now and then it would ease off. The clouds rolled so quickly across the sky that one second the day was dark, corroded green, the next it sparkled as if diamonds had been strewn all over the sidewalks. A rainbow appeared in the sky over Broadcasting House – then another rainbow, a double. The air smelled fresh but the roar of traffic was already deafening, and the sidewalks of Great Russell Street were crowded with pedestrians – businessmen, office girls, porters, delivery boys, policemen and flower-sellers.

“John’s motor is parked round the back here,” said Simon, and led them into a narrow alley at the back of the Museum where six or seven automobiles were parked outside rows of peeling garage doors. He unlocked a large brown Austin and they climbed in. The brown leather seats were cracked with wear and the windows were so filmy that Josh could hardly see out. Simon tried to turn the engine over but it gave him nothing but a weary chug.

“Starting-handle!” he said, and rummaged under the driver’s seat for a long crooked metal rod. He went around to the front of the car, inserted the handle, and gave it two or three vigorous turns.

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