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〃Quickly； I said！ The next one goes through her shoulder。〃 His voice was soft with menace； his face implacable。 Not for a moment did I doubt that he would do exactly as he said： the clatter of Hillcrest's rifle and mine falling on the ice came in the same instant。
〃Now kick them over the edge of that crevasse。〃
We did as he said and stood there powerless to do anything except watch the savage； mauling fight on the glacier。 Neither man had regained his feet since the struggle had begun； the ice was too slippery for that； and still they rolled over and over first one on top； now the other。 Both were powerful men； but Zagero was severely handicapped by the exhaustion of the terrible night's march that lay behind him； by his crippled useless hands； by thickly…swathed bandages over his hands that not only prevented him from catching or holding Corazzini but softened the impact of every blow he struck。 For all that； there was no question how the battle was going： those broken hands I'd said would never fight again were clubbing and hammering the life out of Corazzini。 I thought of the tremendous force with which I'd seen Zagero strike a blow only the previous morning and felt a momentary flash of pity for Corazzini： then I remembered he was just as Smallwood was； that Smallwood was prepared to kill Margaret with as little punction as he would snuff out the life of a fly； I looked at the crumpled figure at my feet and every shadow of pity vanished as if it had never been。
Smallwood； his eyes unblinking； his face expressionless as ever； had his gun on them all the time； waiting for that second when the two men would break far enough apart to give him a clear sight of Zagero。 But； now； Zagero was underneath nearly all the time； one arm crooked round Corazzini's neck while the other delivered a murderous series of short…arm jabs； each one drawing a grunting gasp of agony from a white…faced Corazzini： finally； goaded into supreme effort by panic and fear； Corazzini managed to break loose and hurled himself not towards Smallwood； where safety lay； but for the shelter of the moraine rocks； where he would never know safety again。 Zagero； cat…like as ever； was only feet behind him； moving so fast； so unexpectedly that Smallwood's swift snapshot missed him altogether。
〃Call your friend Nielsen。〃 Smallwood must have realised how things were going behind the concealing shelter of the rocks for his voice was suddenly savage； urgent。 He spared a swift glance in Jackstraw's direction…Jackstraw； followed at some distance by two more of Hillcrest's crew； was crossing the glacier at a dead run and now less than fifty yards away。 〃His rifle。 In a crevasse。 Quickly！〃
〃Jackstraw！〃 My voice was hoarse； cracked。 〃Throw your rifle away！ He's got a gun on Miss Ross； and he's going to kill her。〃 Jackstraw braked； slipped on the ice； halted and stood there for a moment irresolute； and then at my repeated desperate cry carefully； deliberately dropped his rifle into a nearby fissure and came slowly on to join us。 It was at that moment that Hillcrest grabbed me by the arm。
〃He's moving； Mason！ He's alive！〃 He was pointing down to Levin； who was indeed stirring slightly。 I had never thought to examine Levin； it had seemed a ludicrous idea that a professional like Corazzini could have missed at such point…blank range； but now； regardless of Smallwood's reaction； I dropped to my knees on the glacier and put my face close to Levin's。 Hillcrest was right。 The breathing was shallow； but breathing there undoubtedly was； and now I could see the thin red line that extended from the temple almost to the back of the head。 I rose to my feet。
〃Creased； concussed probably； that's all。〃 Involuntarily I glanced over my shoulder towards the rocks。 〃But too late now for Corazzini。〃
And I needed no eyes to know that this was so。 The unseen battle behind the rocks had been fought out with a dumb feral ferocity； with a silent savagery that had been far more frightening than all the most maddened oaths and shouting could ever have been； but even now； as Smallwood jumped down from the tailboard of the tractor cabin； Margaret Ross still held in front of him； and started hustling her towards the rocks； a hoarse high…pitched scream that raised the hackles on the back of my neck froze us all； even Smallwood； to immobility： and then came a long quavering moan of agony； cut off as abruptly as it had begun。 And now there was no more screaming or moaning； no more slipping of feet on ice； no more gasping or frenzied flurries bespeaking the interchange of desperate blows： there was only silence； a silence chillingly broken by regular rhythmic pounding blows like the stamping feet of a pile…driver。
Smallwood had recovered； had just reached the rocks when Zagero came out to meet him face to face。 Smallwood moved to one side； his gun covering him； as Zagero came slowly towards us； his face cut and bruised； his blood…saturated bandaged hands hanging by his sides； with two long ribbons of red…stained bandage trailing on the ice behind him。
〃Finished？〃 I asked。
〃Finished。〃
〃Good；〃 I said； and meant it。 〃Your father's still alive； Johnny。 Scalp wound； that's all。〃
His battered face transformed； first by disbelief then by sheer joy； Zagero dropped on his knees beside Solly Levin。 I saw Smallwood line his pistol on Zagero's back。
〃Don't do it； Smallwood！〃 I shouted。 〃You'll only have four shells left。〃
His eyes swivelled to my face； the cold flat eyes of a killer； then the meaning of my words struck home； his expression subtly altered and he nodded as if I had made some reasonable suggestion。 He turned to Jackstraw； the nearest man to him； and said； 〃Bring out my radio。〃
Jackstraw moved to obey； and while he was inside the cabin Zagero rose slowly to his feet。
〃Does look like I was a mite premature；〃 he murmured。 He glanced towards the rocks； and there was no regret in his face； only indifference。 〃Half a dozen witnesses； and 'you all saw him beatin' himself to death。 。 。 。 You're next； Smallwood。〃
〃Corazzini was a fool；〃 Smallwood said contemptuously。 The man's cold…blooded callousness was staggering。 〃I can easily replace him。 Just leave that radio here； Nielsen； and join your friends…while I join mine。〃 He nodded down the glacier。 〃Or perhaps you hadn't noticed？〃
And we hadn't。 But we noticed it now all right； the first of the party from the trawler climbing on to the ice at the precipitous tip of the glacier。 Within seconds half a dozen of them were on the ice； running； stumbling； falling； picking themselves up again as they clawed their way up the slippery ice with all the speed they could muster。
〃My…ah…reception mittee。〃 Smallwood permitted himself the shadow of a smile。 〃You will remain here while Miss Ross and I make our way down to meet them。 You will not move。 I have the girl。〃 Victory； plete and absolute victory was in his grasp； but his voice； his face were again devoid as ever of all shadow of expression or feeling。 He stooped to pick up the portable radio； then swung round and stared up into the sky。
I had heard it too； and I knew what it was before Smallwood did because it was a factor that had never entered into his calculations。 But there was no need for me to explain； within seconds of hearing the first high screaming whine from the south a flight of four lean sleek deadly Scimitar jet fighters whistled by less than four hundred feet overhead； banked almost immediately； broke formation and came back again； speed reduced； flying a tight circle over the tongue of the fjord。 I don't like planes； and I hate the sound of jets： but I had never seen so wele a sight； heard so wonderful a sound in all my life。
〃Jet fighters； Smallwood；〃 I cried exultantly。 〃Jet fighters from a naval carrier。 We called them up by radio。〃 He was staring at the circling planes with his thin lips drawn back wolfishly over his teeth； and I went on more softly： 〃They've had orders to shoot and destroy any person seen going down that glacier…any person； especially； with a case or radio in his hand。〃 It was a lie； but Smallwood wasn't to know that； the very presence of the jets above must have seemed confirmation of the truth of my words。
〃They wouldn't dare；〃 he said slowly。 〃They'd kill the girl too。〃
〃You fool！〃 I said contemptuously。 〃Not only doesn't human life matter a damn to either side pared to the recovery of the mechanism…you should know that better than anyone； Small…wood…but these planes have been told to watch out for and kill two people going down the glacier。 Wrapped in these clothes； Miss Ross is indistinguishable from a man…especially from the air。 They'll think it's you and Corazzini and they'll blast you both off the face of the glacier。〃
I knew Smallwood believed me； believed me absolutely； this was so exactly the way his own killer's mind would have worked in its utterly callous indifference to human life that conviction could not be stayed。 But he had courage； I'll grant him that； and that first…class brain of his never stopped working。
〃There's no hurry；〃 he said fortably。 He was back on balance again。 〃They can circle there as long as they like； they can send out relief planes to take over； it doesn't matter。 As long as I'm with you here； they won't touch me。 And in just over an hour or so it will be dark again； after which I can leave。 Meantime； stay close to me； gentlemen： I don't think you would so willingly sacrifice Miss Ross's life。〃
〃Don't listen to him；〃 Margaret said desperately。 Her voice was almost a sob； her face twisted in pain。 〃Go away； please； all of you； go away。 I know he's going to kill me in the end anyway。 It may as well be now。〃 She buried her face in her hands。 〃I don't care any more； I don't； I don't！〃
〃But I care；〃 I said angrily。 Soft words； sympathetic words were useless here。 〃We all care。 Don't be such a little fool。 Everything will be all right； you'll see。〃
〃Spoken like a man；〃 said Smallwood approvingly。 〃Only； my dear； I wouldn't pay much attention to the last pan of his speech。〃
〃Why don't you give up； Smallwood？〃 I asked him quietly。 I had neither hope nor intention of persuading this fanatic； I was only talking for time； for I had seen something that had made my heart leap： moving quietly out over the right…hand side of the glacier； from the self…same spot where we had lain in ambush； was a file of about a dozen men。 〃Bombers have already taken off from the carrier； and； believe me； they're carrying bombs。 Bombs and incendiaries。 And do you know why； Smallwood？〃
They were dressed in khaki； this landing party from the Wykenham； not navy blue。 Marines； almost certainly； unless they had been carrying soldiers on some bined manoeuvres。 They were heavily armed； and had that indefinable but unmistakable look of men who knew exactly what they were about。 Their leader； I noticed； wasn't fooling around with the usual pistol a naval officer in charge of a landing party traditionally carried： he had a sub…machine…gun under his arm； the barrel gripped in his left hand。 Three others had similar weapons； the rest rifles。
〃Because they're going to make good and sure you're never going to get off this glacier alive； Smallwood；〃 I went on。 〃At least； not out of the fjord alive。 Neither you nor any of your friends ing to meet you…nor any of the men waiting aboard that trawler down there。〃
God； how slowly they were ing！ Why didn't one of their marksmen with a rifle shoot Smallwood there and then…at that moment； the thought that a rifle bullet would have gone clear though Smallwood and killed the girl held so tightly in front of him never occurred to me。 But if I could hold his attention another thirty seconds； if none of the others standing by my side betrayed by the slightest flicker of expression…
〃They're going to destroy that trawler； Smallwood；〃 I rushed on quickly。 The men advancing up from the foot of the glacier were waving their arms furiously now； shouting wildly in warning； and even at over three…quarters of a mile their voices were carrying clearly。 I had to try to drown their voices； to make sure that Smallwood kept his eyes fixed only on me。 〃They