Dark Side of the Street - Simon Vaughn 01 (v5) Read Online Free PDF Page A

was in the presence of what she, God rest her soul, would have termed his betters.
    It was all there--the grey flannel suit, the Old Etonian Tie, the indefinable aura of authority. Ridiculous, but for the briefest of moments, he might have been a small boy again returning the old Lord's dog after a walk in the park and receiving a pat on the head and sixpence.
    He pulled himself together quickly. "It's not quite as bad as it looks. About a hundred and fifty men each year simply walk out of open prisons--nothing to stop them. I suppose you could argue that the selection procedure has been faulty in the first place. Another fifty are probably men released on parole for funerals and weddings and so on, who simply take off instead of coming back."
    "Which leaves you with a hard core of about fifty genuine escapes a year."
    "That's it--or was. During the past couple of years there's been an increase in the really spectacular sort of escape. I suppose it all started with Wilson the train robber's famous break from Birmingham. The first time a gang had actually broken into a prison to get someone out."
    "Real commando stuff."
    "And brilliantly executed."
    "Which is where this character the Baron comes in?"
    Black nodded. "To our certain knowledge he's been responsible for at least half a dozen big breaks during the past year or so. Added to that he runs an underground pipeline by which criminals in danger of arrest can flee the country. On two occasions we've managed to arrest minor members of his organisation--people who've passed on men we've been chasing to someone else."
    "Have you managed to squeeze anything out of them?"
    "Not a thing--mainly because they honestly hadn't anything to say. The pipeline seems to be organised on the Communist cell system, the one Resistance used in France during the war. Each member is concerned only with his own particular task. He may know the next step along the route, but no more than that. It means that if one individual is caught, the organisation as a whole is still safe."
    "And doesn't anyone know who the Baron is?"
    "The Ghost Squad have been trying to find out for more than a year now. They've got nowhere. One thing's certain--he isn't just another crook--he's something special. May even be a Continental."
    Mallory had a file open on the desk in front of him. He examined it in silence for a moment and shook his head. "It looks to me as if your only hope of finding out anything about him at all would be to get a line on one of his future clients which in theory should be impossible. There must be something like sixty thousand men in gaol right now--how do you find out which one it is?"
    "A simple process of elimination really. If there's a pattern to his activities it's to be found in his choice of clientele. They've all been long term prisoners and have had considerable financial resources." Black opened a buff folder, took out a typed sheet of foolscap and a photo and passed them across. "Have a look at the last one."
    Mallory examined it for a moment and nodded. "Ben Hoffa--I remember this one. The affair on Dartmoor last month. A gang disguised as Royal Marine Commandos ambushed a prison vehicle during a military exercise and spirited him away. Any news of him since?"
    "Not a word. Hoffa and two confederates, George Saxton and Harry Youngblood were serving sentences of twenty years apiece for the Peterfield Airport robbery. Do you remember it?"
    "I can't say I do."
    "It was five years ago now. They hi-jacked a Northern Airways Dakota which was carrying just under a million pounds in old notes, a special consignment from the Central Scottish Bank to the Bank of England in London. A beautiful job. I have to admit that. Only the three of them involved and they got clean away."
    "What went wrong?"
    "Hoffa had the wrong kind of girl friend. She decided she'd rather have the PS10,000 reward the Central Banks were offering than Ben and his share of the loot plus an uncertain future."
    "And