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

ways, of course. That's why the Commissioner thought of your organisation, sir. You see the man we need for this job wouldn't last five minutes if there was even a hint that he wasn't a crook himself so his personal attitude and temperament would be of primary importance."
    "What you're really saying is that my operatives have what might be termed the criminal mind, Superintendent?" Black looked slightly put out and Mallory shook his head. "You're quite right. They wouldn't last long in the field if they hadn't."
    "You think you could find us someone?"
    Mallory nodded, sat down at his desk and looked at the file again. "Oh yes, I think we can manage that. As it happens I have someone available who should be more than suitable." He flicked the switch on the intercom and said sharply, "Any sign of Chavasse yet?"
    "I'm afraid not, Mr. Mallory," Jean Frazer said.
    "Chavasse?" Black said. "Sounds foreign."
    "His father was a French officer killed during the last war. His mother is English. She raised the boy over here. You might say he's traveled extensively since."
    Black hesitated and said carefully, "He'll need all his wits about him for this one, Mr. Mallory."
    "As it happens, he has a Ph.D. in Modern Languages, Superintendent," Mallory answered a trifle frostily, "and he was once a lecturer at one of our older universities. Is that good enough for you?"
    Black's jaw went slack. "Then how in the hell did he get into this game?"
    "An old story. The important thing is why does he stay?" Mallory shrugged. "I suppose you could say he has a flair for our sort of work and, when called upon, he doesn't hesitate to squeeze the trigger. Most human beings do you know." He smiled thinly. "Come to think of it, I don't think you would approve of him at all."
    Black looked rather stunned. "To be perfectly frank, sir, he sounds as if he should be behind bars to me."
    "Rather an apt comment under the circumstances."
    A moment later the intercom buzzed and Jean Frazer announced Chavasse.
    He paused just inside the door. "Sorry I'm late, sir," he said to Mallory.
    "Never mind that now. I'd like you to meet Detective Chief Superintendent Black of the Special Branch. He'd like you to go to prison for a few months."
    "Now that sounds interesting," Chavasse said and he moved forward to shake hands.
    He was a shade under six feet with good shoulders and moved with the grace of the natural athlete, but it was the face which was the most interesting feature. It was handsome, even aristocratic--the kind that could have belonged equally to the professional soldier or scholar and the heritage of his Breton father was plain to see in the high cheekbones. As he shook hands, his face was illuminated by a smile of great natural charm, but thirty years of police work had taught Charlie Black the importance of eyes. These were dark and strangely remote and remembering what Mallory had said, he shivered slightly, suddenly feeling completely out of his depth. Straightforward police work was one thing, but this....
    He heard Mallory's next words with an almost audible sigh of relief. "I think we can manage from here on in, Superintendent. Many thanks for coming. As I said before, you've clarified several things for me. You can tell the Commissioner I'll be in touch later in the day. Miss Frazer will see you out."
    He put on his glasses and started to examine the file in front of him again. Black got to his feet awkwardly, started to put out his hand and thought better of it. He nodded to Chavasse and went out rather quickly.
    Chavasse chuckled. "God bless the British bobby."
    Mallory glanced up at him. "Who--Black? Oh, he's all right digging in his own patch."
    "He was like some wretched schoolboy leaving the headmaster's study--couldn't get out fast enough."
    "Nonsense." Mallory tossed a file across to him. "I'll talk to you when you've read that."
    He occupied himself with some other papers while Chavasse worked his way through the typed sheets and the documents