Episode 28: Dubious Deeds in Darwin
"No doubt about it," said Jenkins, "that Channel fellow is
up to something. According to the log in the telegraph office,
heís been sending and receiving coded messages with some
unidentified party, and these were not in any naval cipher."
"Were you able make copies?"
"I only had time for one. And I might not be able to
decipher it without the key."
"Pierre, what did you find in Channelís house?"
"Eet was very interesting," said the Frenchman. "There were
the usual hidden safes and strongboxes with valuables and such
-- much finer pieces than one would expect for a simple police
chief. I also found a set of papers written in Cyrillic."
"Russian?" asked Iverson. Their would-be hijackers had
"Oui. Unfortunately, I do not read the language well, and
I lack the talents of our fine signalman, so I was unable to
make a copy, but amidst these papers, I found a set of plans for
"This airship?" asked the lieutenant. "Are you sure? You
see, there are many kinds of airships: big airships, little
airships..." his voice trailed off when he noticed the others
staring at him.
"Was there anything else?" asked Everett.
"One shelf held a row of curios: star-shaped stones, some
scraps of parchment written in Arabic, a statue of some droll
froglike god with a face like an octopus. Among them was a
piece of black rock, like the ones we found on Helgaís ship."
"Was it the same mineral?"
"I believe so, and why else would he have such a thing?"
"I may have a chance to find out. Iím to meet the fellow
this afternoon to discuss our prisoners."
The police station in Darwin was surprisingly substantial
for such a small settlement. "It looks like it was designed as
a stronghold," observed Davies, who had learned about such
things in a very hard school.
"It was," said Everett, who had seen action in the same
theater. "Back when the Territory was established, this was a
station for the Native Police."
"Native Police?" asked the marine. "Why should they have
worried about an attack from the people they were here to
"The term was a euphemism," said Everett dryly. "They werenít
here to protect the aborigines; they were here to protect the
settlers whoíd taken their land. There were several unfortunate
They were met at the door by a clerk, who guided them down
corridors that were stark and utilitarian... until they reached
Channelís office. This was paneled in mahogany, and furnished
with accessories that must have cost a tidy sum. It was clear
the man lived as expensively as he dressed. "Welcome," he said,
holding out an unconvincing hand. "Iím glad you could come on
such short notice."
"As officers of the Royal Navy, it is our pleasure to
cooperate with civil authorities," replied Everett, making it
clear which authority was higher. "I understand you wish to
discuss our prisoners."
"Indeed. Did you capture all of the hijackers?"
Everett recalled Abercombieís account of the man with an
English accent whoíd escaped. Some instinct warned him to
prevaricate. "It was difficult to be sure, in the darkness and
confusion, but I believe we bagged the lot."
"Have they told you anything?"
The police chief seemed relieved. "I must ask that you render
them to me for questioning. Itís a jurisdictional matter over
which I have no say. And it could be to your advantage, for we
have ways to make such people talk."
"You propose to torture them?" asked Everett.
"It would hardly be torture," said the man airily, "just a...
"That never works," said Everett disapprovingly. "And itís
hardly the English way."
Channelís expression darkened. This was not a man accustomed to
being refused. "In case you havenít noticed," he growled, "weíre
in a war: a war against anarchism. The anarchists hate us for our
freedom, but my policies have kept us safe. There have been no
anarchist attacks in the Northern Territory during my
"There werenít any attacks before his administration either,"
"Youíre very right," Everett admitted to the police chief, "and
I would like to comply with your request. But Royal Navy
regulations place certain restrictions on the transfer of
prisoners to civilian custody. I shall have to consult these to
determine the proper procedure."
"You arenít going to hand them over to that man," said Davies as
"No," said Everett. "If theyíre working for him, we wonít learn
a thing. Iíll have to try something I learned in Palestine."
The Flying Cloud lacked any compartments suitable for holding
prisoners, for her bulkheads and hatches had all been made as
light as possible to save weight, but Helga, drawing on some
experience Everett saw fit not to question, had devised a way to
shackle each of their captives to a bed. They were confined in
separate cabins, out of communication with each other -- a
measure that was essential for what he had in mind.
He drew up a chair and faced the first man -- a nondescript
figure in laborerís clothes. "I understand that your name is..."
he made a show of reading MacKiernanís report, "...Vladimir
"Da," the man said sullenly.
"You have participated in an attempt at piracy. The penalty
for this could be quite severe. But if you cooperate, and tell
us who hired you, I can see that your sentence is commuted."
"I will not talk."
"Perhaps, but there are three of you. If one of you tells me
what I want to know, Iíll let him go free while the others go
to prison for life. Are you so sure about your companions?"
The Russian snorted derisively. "That is Prisonerís Dilemma.
Is old trick. It will never work."
Everett crossed his legs, leaned back, and relaxed.
"I believe it will."
"None of them talked?" asked Davies the next day, as they
drove back from the police station.
"I didnít want them to," said Everett.
"Sir?" asked the marine.
Everett smiled. "These were just hirelings. I doubt they knew
anything important. And now that weíve handed them over the
Channel, heíll believe that we don't know anything either. The
purpose of interrogation is to determine what your enemy knows.
You can accomplish this by getting the right information out of
him... or by supplying him with the wrong information."
Next week: What Does It All Mean?...