Master of the Game motg-1

by Sidney Sheldon

  The door opened and two uniformed men entered. One wore the bars of a superintendent of police.

  "What on earth is going on?" Kate demanded.

  "I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour, Miss McGregor. I'm Superintendent Cominsky."

  "What's the problem, Superintendent?"

  "We've had a report that an escaped killer was seen entering this building a short time ago."

  There was a shocked look on Kate's face. "Entering this building?"

  "Yes, ma'am. He's armed and dangerous."

  Kate said nervously, 'Then I would very much appreciate it, Superintendent, if you would find him and get him out of here."

  "That's exactly what we intend to do, Miss McGregor. You haven't seen or heard anything suspicious, have you?"

  "No. But I'm alone here, and there are a lot of places a person could hide. I'd like you to have your men search this place thoroughly."

  "We'll get started immediately, ma'am."

  The superintendent turned and called to the men in the hallway, "Spread out. Start at the basement and work your way up to the roof." He turned to Kate. "Are any of the offices locked?"

  "I don't believe so," Kate said, "but if they are, I'll open them for you."

  Superintendent Cominsky could see how nervous she was, and he did not blame her. She would be even more nervous if she knew how desperate the man was for whom they were looking. "We'll find him," the superintendent assured Kate.

  Kate picked up the report she had been working on, but she was unable to concentrate. She could hear the police moving through the building, going from office to office. Would they find him? She shivered.

  The policemen moved slowly, methodically searching every possible hiding place from the basement to the roof. Forty-five minutes later, Superintendent Cominsky returned to Kate's office.

  She looked at his face. "You didn't find him."

  "Not yet, ma'am, but don't worry—"

  "I am worried, Superintendent. If there is an escaped killer in this building, I want you to find him."

  "We will, Miss McGregor. We have tracking dogs."

  From the corridor came the sound of barking and a moment later a handler came into the office with two large German shepherds on leashes.

  "The dogs have been all over the building, sir. They've searched everyplace but this office."

  The superintendent turned to Kate. "Have you been out of this office anytime in the past hour or so?"

  "Yes. I went to look up some records in the file room. Do you think he could have—?" She shuddered. "I'd like you to check this office, please."

  The superintendent gave a signal and the handler slipped the leashes off the dogs and gave the command, "Track."

  The dogs went crazy. They raced to a closed door and began barking wildly.

  "Oh, my God!" Kate cried. "He's in there!"

  The superintendent pulled out his gun. "Open it," he ordered.

  The two policemen moved to the closet door with drawn guns and pulled the door open. The closet was empty. One of the dogs raced to another door and pawed excitedly at it.

  "Where does that door lead?" Superintendent Cominsky asked.

  "To a washroom."

  The two policemen took up places on either side of the door and yanked it open. There was no one inside.

  The handler was baffled. "They've never behaved this way before." The dogs were racing around the room frantically. "They've got the scent," the handler said. "But where is he?"

  Both dogs ran to the drawer of Kate's desk and continued their barking.

  "There's your answer," Kate tried to laugh. "He's in the drawer."

  Superintendent Cominsky was embarrassed. "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Miss McGregor." He turned to the handler and snapped, "Take these dogs out of here."

  "You're not leaving?" There was concern in Kate's voice.

  "Miss McGregor, I can assure you you're perfectly safe. My

  men have covered every inch of this building. You have my personal guarantee that he's not here. I'm afraid it was a false alarm. My apologies."

  Kate swallowed. "You certainly know how to bring excitement to a woman's evening."

  Kate stood looking out the window, watching the last of the police vehicles drive away. When they were out of sight, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a blood-stained pair of canvas shoes. She carried them down the corridor to a door marked Private, Authorized Personnel Only, and entered. The room was bare except for a large, locked, walk-in safe built into the wall, the vault where Kruger-Brent, Ltd., stored its diamonds before shipping. Quickly, Kate dialed the combination on the safe and pulled open the giant door. Dozens of metal safe-deposit boxes were built into the sides of the vault, all crammed with diamonds. In the center of the room, lying on the floor half-conscious, was Banda.

  Kate knelt beside him. "They've gone."

  Banda slowly opened his eyes and managed a weak grin. "If I had a way out of this vault, do you know how rich I'd be, Kate?"

  Kate carefully helped him to his feet. He winced with pain as she touched his arm. She had wrapped a bandage around it, but blood was seeping through.

  "Can you put your shoes on?" She had taken them from him earlier, and, to confuse the tracking dogs she knew would be brought in, she had walked around her office in them and then hidden them in her drawer.

  Now Kate said, "Come on. We have to get you out of here."

  Banda shook his head. 'I'll make it on my own. If they catch you helping me, you'll be in more trouble than you can handle."

  "Let me worry about that."

  Banda took a last look around the vault.

  "Do you want any samples?" Kate asked. "You can help yourself."

  Banda looked at her and saw that she was serious. "Your daddy made me that offer once, a long time ago."

  Kate smiled wryly. "I know."

  "I don't need money. I just have to leave town for a while."

  "How do you think you're going to get out of Johannesburg?"

  "I'll find a way."

  "Listen to me. The police have roadblocks out by now. Every exit from the city will be watched. You won't have a chance by yourself."

  He said stubbornly, "You've done enough." He had managed to put his shoes on. He was a forlorn-looking figure, standing there in a torn, bloodied shirt and jacket. His face was seamed and his hair was gray, but when Kate looked at him she saw the tall, handsome figure she had first met as a child.

  "Banda, if they catch you, they'll kill you," Kate said quietly. "You're coming with me."

  She knew she was right about the roadblocks. Every exit from Johannesburg would be guarded by police patrols. Banda's capture was a top priority and the authorities had orders to bring him in dead or alive. The railroad stations and roads would be watched.

  "I hope you have a better plan than your daddy had," Banda said. His voice was weak. Kate wondered how much blood he had lost.

  "Don't talk. Save your strength. Just leave everything to me." Kate sounded more confident than she felt. Banda's life was in her hands, and she could not bear it if anything happened to him. She wished again, for the hundredth time, that David was not away. Well, she would simply have to manage without him.

  "I'm going to bring my automobile around to the alley," Kate said. "Give me ten minutes, then come outside. I'll have the back door of the car open. Get in and he on the floor. There will be a blanket to cover yourself with."

  "Kate, they're going to search every automobile leaving the city. If—"

  "We're not going by automobile. There's a train leaving for Cape Town at eight a.m. I ordered my private car connected to it."

  "You're getting me out of here in your private railroad car?" "That's right."

  Banda managed a grin. "You McGregors really like excitement."

  Thirty minutes later, Kate drove into the railroad yards. Banda was on the floor of the backseat, concealed by a blanket. They had had no trouble passing the roadblocks in
the city, but now as Kate's car turned into the train yards, a light suddenly flashed on, and Kate saw that her way was blocked by several policemen. A familiar figure walked toward Kate's car.

  "Superintendent Cominsky!"

  He registered surprise. "Miss McGregor, what are you doing here?"

  Kate gave him a quick, apprehensive smile. "You'll think I'm just a silly, weak female, Superintendent, but to tell you the truth, what happened back at the office scared the wits out of me. I decided to leave town until you catch this killer you're looking for. Or have you found him?"

  "Not yet, ma'am, but we will. I have a feeling he'll make for these railroad yards. Wherever he runs, we'll catch him."

  "I certainly hope so!"

  "Where are you headed?"

  "My railway car is on a siding up ahead. Fm taking it to Cape Town."

  "Would you like one of my men to escort you?"

  "Oh, thank you, Superintendent, but that won't be necessary. Now that I know where you and your men are, I'll breathe a lot easier, believe me."

  Five minutes later, Kate and Banda were safely inside the private railway car. It was pitch black.

  "Sorry about the dark," Kate said. "I don't want to light any lamps."

  She helped Banda onto a bed. "You'll be fine here until morning. When we start to pull out, you'll hide out in the washroom."

  Banda nodded. "Thank you."

  Kate drew the shades. "Have you a doctor who will take care of you when we get to Cape Town?"

  He looked up into her eyes. "We?"

  "You didn't think I was going to let you travel alone while I missed all the fun?"

  Banda threw back his head and laughed. She's her father's daughter, all right.

  As dawn was breaking, an engine pulled up to the private railroad car and shunted it onto the main track in back of the train that was leaving for Cape Town. The car rocked back and forth as the connection was made.

  At exactly eight o'clock, the train pulled out of the station. Kate had left word that she did not wish to be disturbed. Banda's wound was bleeding again, and Kate attended to it. She had not had a chance to talk to Banda since earlier that evening, when he had stumbled half-dead into her office. Now she said, 'Tell me what happened, Banda."

  Banda looked at her and thought, Where can I begin? How could he explain to her the trekboers who pushed the Bantus from their ancestral land? Had it started with them? Or had it started with the giant Oom Paul Kruger, President of the Transvaal, who said in a speech to the South African Parliament, "We must be the lords over the blacks and let them be a subject race ..." Or had it begun with the great empire-builder Cecil Rhodes, whose motto was, "Africa for the whites?" How could he sum up the history of his people in a sentence? He thought of a way. 'The police murdered my son." Banda said.

  The story came pouring out. Banda's older son, Ntombenthle, was attending a political rally when the police charged in to break it up. Some shots were fired, and a riot began. Ntom-benthle was arrested, and the next morning he was found hanged in his cell. "They said it was suicide," Banda told Kate. "But I know my son. It was murder."

  "My God, he was so young," Kate breathed. She thought of all the times they had played together, laughed together. Ntom-

  benthle had been such a handsome boy. "I'm sorry, Banda. I'm so sorry. But why are they after you?"

  "After they killed him I began to rally the blacks. I had to fight back, Kate. I couldn't just sit and do nothing. The police called me an enemy of the state. They arrested me for a robbery I did not commit and sentenced me to prison for twenty years. Four of us made a break. A guard was shot and killed, and they're blaming me. I've never carried a gun in my life."

  "I believe you," Kate said. "The first thing we have to do is get you somewhere where you'll be safe."

  "I'm sorry to involve you in all this."

  "You didn't involve me in anything. You're my friend."

  He smiled. "You know the first white man I ever heard call me friend? Your daddy." He sighed. "How do you think you're going to sneak me off the train at Cape Town?"

  "We're not going to Cape Town."

  "But you said—"

  'I'm a woman. I have a right to change my mind."

  In the middle of the night when the train stopped at the station at Worcester, Kate arranged to have her private railroad car disconnected and shunted to a siding. When Kate woke up in the morning, she went over to Banda's cot. It was empty. Banda was gone. He had refused to compromise her any further. Kate was sorry, but she was sure he would be safe. He had many friends to take care of him. David will be proud of me, Kate thought.

  "I can't believe you could be so stupid!" David roared, when Kate returned to Johannesburg and told him the news. "You not only jeopardized your own safety, but you put the company in danger. If the police had found Banda here, do you know what they would have done?"

  Kate said defiantly, "Yes. They would have killed him."

  David rubbed bis forehead in frustration. "Don't you understand anything?"

  "You're bloody right, I do! I understand that you're cold and unfeeling." Her eyes were ablaze with fury.

  "You're still a child."

  She raised her hand to strike him, and David grabbed her arms. "Kate, you've got to control your temper."

  The words reverberated in Kate's head. Kate, you've got to learn to control your temper ...

  It was so long ago. She was four years old, in the middle of a fistfight with a boy who had dared tease her. When David appeared, the boy ran away. Kate started to chase him, and David grabbed her. "Hold it, Kate. You've got to learn to control your temper. Young ladies don't get into fistfights."

  "I'm not a young lady," Kate snapped. "Let go of me." David released her.

  The pink frock she was wearing was muddied and torn, and her cheek was bruised.

  "We'd better get you cleaned up before your mother sees you," David told her.

  Kate looked after the retreating boy with regret. "I could have licked him if you had left me alone."

  David looked down into the passionate little face and laughed. "You probably could have."

  Mollified, Kate allowed him to pick her up and carry her into her house. She liked being in David's arms. She liked everything about David. He was the only grown-up who understood her. Whenever he was in town, he spent time with her. In relaxed moments, Jamie had told young David about his adventures with Banda, and now David told the stories to Kate. She could not get enough of them.

  'Tell me again about the raft they built."

  And David would tell her.

  'Tell me about the sharks ... Tell me about the sea mis ... Tell me about the day ..."

  Kate did not see very much of her mother. Margaret was too involved in running the affairs of Kruger-Brent, Ltd. She did it for Jamie.

  Margaret talked to Jamie every night, just as she had during the year before he died. "David is such a great help, Jamie, and he'll be around when Kate's running the company. I don't want to worry you, but I don't know what to do with that child..."

  Kate was stubborn and willful and impossible. She refused to obey her mother or Mrs. Talley. If they chose a dress for her to wear, Kate would discard it for another. She would not eat properly. She ate what she wanted to, when she wanted to, and no threat or bribe could sway her. When Kate was forced to go to a birthday party, she found ways to disrupt it. She had no girl friends. She refused to go to dancing class and instead spent her time playing rugby with teen-age boys. When Kate finally started school, she set a record for mischief. Margaret found herself going to see the headmistress at least once a month to persuade her to forgive Kate and let her remain in school.

  "I don't understand her, Mrs. McGregor," the headmistress sighed. "She's extremely bright, but she rebels against simply everything. I don't know what to do with her."

  Neither did Margaret.

  The only one who could handle Kate was David. "I understand you're invited to a birthday party this a
fternoon," David said.

  "I hate birthday parties."

  David stooped down until he was at her eye level. "I know you do, Kate. But the father of the little girl who's having the birthday party is a friend of mine. It will make me look bad if you don't attend and behave like a lady."

  Kate stared at him."Is he a good friend of yours?"

  "Yes."

  'I'll go."

  Her manners that afternoon were impeccable.

  "I don't know how you do it," Margaret told David. "It's magic."

  "She's just high-spirited," David laughed. "She'll grow out of it. The important thing is to be careful not to break that spirit."

  "I'll tell you a secret," Margaret said grimly, "half the time I'd like to break her neck."

  When Kate was ten, she said to David, "I want to meet Banda."

  David looked at her in surprise. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Kate. Banda's farm is a long way from here."

  "Are you going to take me there, David, or do you want me to go by myself?"

  The following week David took Kate to Banda's farm. It was a good-sized piece of land, two morgens, and on it Banda raised wheat, sheep and ostriches. The living accommodations were circular huts with walls made of dried mud. Poles supported a cone-shaped roof covered with thatches. Banda stood in front, watching as Kate and David drove up and got out of the carriage. Banda looked at the gangling, serious-faced girl at David's side and said, "I'd have known you were Jamie McGregor's daughter."

  "And I'd have known you were Banda," Kate said gravely. "I came to thank you for saving my father's life."

  Banda laughed. "Someone's been telling you stories. Come in and meet my family."

  Banda's wife was a beautiful Bantu woman named Ntame. Banda had two sons, Ntombenthle, seven years older than Kate, and Magena, six years older. Ntombenthle was a miniature of his father. He had the same handsome features and proud bearing and an inner dignity.

  Kate spent the entire afternoon playing with the two boys. They had dinner in the kitchen of the small, neat farmhouse. David felt uncomfortable eating with a black family. He re-spected Banda, but it was traditional that there was no socializing between the two races. In addition to that, David was concerned about Banda's political activities. There were reports that he was a disciple of John Tengo Javabu, who was fighting for drastic social changes. Because mine owners could not get enough natives to work for them, the government had imposed a tax of ten shillings on all natives who did not work as mine la-borers, and there were riots all over South Africa. In the late afternoon, David said, "We'd better get started home, Kate. We have a long ride."