'Body cover's a bit thin； isn't it？' the second operative remarked； never once allowing his observation of the main road to stray； 'particularly now we're sure the contract's positive。'
'We've no choice。 It's how our target wants it。 Maybe Snaith and Mather will convince him otherwise through the insurers； but 'til then； we do it as briefed。 I'll be back here for changeover； so we'll pare notes then。' He turned away and the two operatives shrugged at each other。 Halloran was never forthing with finer details； but they trusted his judgement implicitly； if he wanted the operation to proceed in this way； then they wouldn't argue。 They climbed back into the Granada and reversed from the drive。
Once inside； the gate closed behind Halloran with a solid Chunk； leaving him with an absurd feeling that the estate had been sealed permanently。 Monk glowered resentfully at him as he passed and he realised there were going to be problems between them。 That was unfortunate； if outsiders had to be involved in an operation； Halloran preferred them at least to be dependable。 Ignoring the big man； he went to the Mercedes； gunning the engine as soon as he was inside。 Monk's leisurely stride became more brisk when he realised he might be left behind。
'How much of the perimeter does the wall cover？' Halloran asked as the bodyguard lumbered in beside him。
It was Cora who answered。 'Most of the estate's northerly border。 Wire fencing and thick hedgerows protect the other aspects。' None of it was adequate； Halloran thought； but he said nothing。 Before moving off； he looked past Monk towards the lodge once more； curious to catch a glimpse of whoever watched the gate from there。 The windows could have been painted black so darkly opaque were they。
The car rolled into motion； crunching stones beneath its tyres； gathering moderate speed as it travelled along the winding road through the estate's woodland。 The lodge…house shrunk into the distance； then was cut from view by the trees； and it was only at that point that Halloran was able to concentrate on the road ahead without constantly glancing into the rearview mirror。
He pressed a button and the window on his side slid down； the scent of trees wafted through as he inhaled deeply； relishing the air's sharpness； only then realising how cloying the atmosphere inside the vehicle had bee； fear； and excitement； left their own subtle odours； neither one particularly pleasant。 The woodland itself was an untidy mix of oak； willow； beech and spruce； no species more dominant than another。 Here they canopied the roadway； creating a gloomy tunnel； the air inside cool； almost dank。 Ferns stirred on either side； disturbed by the Mercedes' passage。
A sudden stab of colour ahead startled him。 It was instantly gone； the angle of vision through the trees changed by the moving car。 Then again； a flash of redness among the green shades。 The route was curving gently； winding downwards into a small valley； and soon the house was in sight； a wide area of grass and then a placid blue lake spread before it； while wooded slopes framed its other sides。 Those hills disturbed Halloran； for he realised it would be easy for intruders to slip unseen down through the trees to the very boundaries of the house itself。
His attention was irresistibly drawn back to the building itself； which appeared to be a curious jumble of irregular shapes。 Principally Tudor in period； various sections had apparently been added on during its history with no regard for symmetry。 The two gables were of unequal height and pitch； and the twisted chimneys were scattered almost inconsequently over the various roofs。 There were different levels of turrets and a wing had been built onto the far side that stood higher than any other part of the building。 Yet the overall image was not unpleasing and much of that had to do with the rich colouring of its brickwork； for the walls fairly glowed in the sunlight； the aged stone mottled a warm red； that same redness even within the roof tiles； the gables were half…timbered and the many turrets fringed grey； serving to plement the ruddiness of the main walls。
Although the building as a whole was pact； Neath was nevertheless hugely impressive； its position alone； between the small hills and lake； supplying its own special grandeur。 Halloran began to re…assess Kline's worth in terms of personal wealth。
They were moving on level ground again； the expanse of water on their right； the entrance porch to the house looming up on their left； across the lake Halloran could see the muted hills of Surrey。 He drew the car to a halt outside the stone entrance； and just behind a white Rover； the porch itself jutting from the building； wide and dented pavings inside leading up to the main door。 Both sections of that door were already opening； two robed figures appeared together； dashing forward with heads bowed。 They ran to the Mercedes' rear door； one of them eagerly pulling it open for Kline。
The two Arabs bowed even more deeply when Kline stepped ；gut。 'Marhaba； Mouallem；' they weled。
Halloran heard one of them mutter something further as he； himself； climbed from the Mercedes； and he saw Kline smile； the glitter of his dark eyes containing some kind of satisfaction； but no warmth。
'Youssef meeneeh；' Kline said quietly。
Halloran opened the other rear door for Cora； while Monk walked around to the back of the car。 The bodyguard caught the keys tossed by Halloran against his chest and opened the boot； reaching for the luggage inside。 Cora seemed unsteady and Halloran gripped her arm。
'You okay？' he asked。 He thought there was apprehension in her expression when she looked towards the house； but it may only have been nervousness； a delayed reaction perhaps to their experience earlier。
'What？ Oh yes。 Yes。 I'm fine。' She stiffened； finding her strength； and he let go of her arm。 'Thank you for what you did back there。 You acted quickly。'
'We'll discuss it inside。 You look as though you could do with a stiff drink。' Kline was watching them across the roof of the car。 'Corn needs no excuse for that； Halloran。 I bet even you could use one after that nasty little business。' He was smiling gleefully； his earlier panic obviously forgotten。
'Let's move inside as quickly as possible；' said Halloran； scanning the road they had just travelled as well as the surrounding area。
'No need to worry；' Kline assured him。 'Not here； not inside the estate。'
'I wouldn't be too sure of that；' Halloran replied。
'Oh； but I am。 pletely。 Nothing can touch me here。'
'Then humour me。 Let's go in。' The Arabs and Monk followed behind with the luggage； although Halloran retrieved a black bag himself。 They crossed the uneven paving inside the porch and entered the house。 Halloran found himself inside a large hall； a coolness rapidly descending upon him as if it had pounced； directly opposite the main door was a screen of linenfoid panelling； above that a minstrels' gallery； stout oak beams set in the walls and rising to the high bowed ceiling。 A broad stairway led to the floor above from where diamond…paned windows provided inadequate light。
'Refreshments in the drawing room； Asil；' Kline snapped； stone floor and walls creating a hollowness to his words。 'Not for me； though。 I've got things to do。 Cora； you'll take care of our guest show him around the place。'
'We need to talk；' Halloran said quickly to Kline。
'Later。 We'll talk all you want later。' He skipped up the stairway to their right； soft shoes almost silent against the wood。 He turned back to them at the stairway's bend and leaned over the balustrade。
'Can you feel Neath's wele； Halloran''' he said。 'The house senses you。 can you feel that？ And it's confused。 It doesn't know if you're friend or foe。 But you don't really know that yourself yet； do you？' He sniggered。 'Time will tell； Halloran。 You'll be found out soon enough。' Kline continued his ascent leaving Halloran to stare after him。
13 CONVERSATION WITH CORA
From this level Neath resembled a small monastery； thought Halloran。 Except that there was nothing godly about the place。 The day had bee overcast； cloud