Assassins by David Halliday
(excerpt)
Chapter Five: The Middle of the Atlantic Ocean
A large ocean liner of the day is moving through thick fog. Two
passengers are standing on deck looking over the railing. They are
dressed in suits. One is shorter and older, clean shaven, a long thin
face with a small scar below the left eye. He is smoking a pipe.
Detective Leonard Kelly. The other man is younger and more athletic. He
is sporting a handlebar moustache and smoking a cigarette. His name is
Detective Robert Rousseau.Rousseau: “I told the captain, but he says nothing can be done.”
Kelly: “Nothing?”
Rousseau: “Icebergs. He will go no faster. You know the Dutch. Scared of their own shadows.”
Kelly: “I fear that we will be too late.”
Rousseau: “You think that Peeter’s plan is already in play?”
Kelly: “I do, sir. If only we’d stopped them in Liverpool when we had the chance.”
Rousseau: “We had no evidence. And if you are right, the British Crown would certainly have protected Peeters.”
Kelly: “I wasn’t going to arrest him, Bobby. I would have shot him on the spot.”
Rousseau: “But… that is murder, sir.”
Kelly: “Yes. Murder.”
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