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Just before noon they parted company and turned in.
They all woke early on the morning of Day Ninety-nine. Sha
“I want you to come within visual range of the coast to the south of the capital,” he had told the captain, “and spend the morning steaming northwards, parallel to the shore, so that at noon we are off the coast here.”
His finger jabbed the sea off the coast of Manandi. During the twenty days at sea he had come to trust the German captain. Waldenberg, having taken his money in Ploce port, had stuck by his side of the bargain, giving himself completely to making the operation as successful as he could. Sha
He had already found the frequency on the ship’s radio on which Endean wanted him to transmit his first message, and this was timed for noon.
The morning passed slowly. Through the ship’s telescope Sha
At noon Sha
Twenty-two miles away across the water, Simon Endean heard the word on his Braun transistor radio, folded the long wasp-ante
In Clarence preparations went ahead through the afternoon for the following day’s independence celebrations. Six prisoners, lying badly beaten in the cells beneath the former colonial police station, listened to the cries of the Kimba Patriotic Youth marching through the streets above them, and knew that they would be battered to death in the main square as part of the celebrations Kimba had prepared. Photographs of the President were prominently hung on every public building, and the diplomatic wives prepared their migraines so they would be excused attendance at the ceremonies.
In the shuttered palace, surrounded by his guards, President Jean Kimba sat alone at his desk, contemplating the advent of his sixth year of office.
During the afternoon the Toscana and her lethal cargo put about and began to cruise slowly back down the coast from the north.
In the wheelhouse Sha
“Hold her just north of the border until sundown,” he told his captain. "After nine p.m., start her up again and move diagonally toward the coast. Between sundown and nine, we will have streamed the three assault craft astern of the ship, each loaded with its complement. That will have to be done by flashlight, but well away from the land, at least ten miles out.
“When you start to move, around nine, keep her really slow, so you end up here, four miles out from the shore and one mile north of the peninsula at two a.m. You’ll be out of sight of the city in that position. With all lights doused, no one should see you. So far as I know, there’s no radar on the peninsula, unless a ship is in port.”
“Even if there is, she should not have a radar on,” growled Waldenberg. He was bent over his inshore chart of the coast, measuring his distances with compasses and set-square. “When does the first craft set free and move inshore?”
"At two. That will be Dupree and his mortar crew.
The other two boats cast adrift and head for the beach one hour later. Okay?"
“Okay,” said Waldenberg. “I’ll have you there.”
“It has to be accurate,” insisted Sha
Waldenberg nodded. He knew the rest. After he heard the firefight begin, he was to ease the Toscana across the mouth of the harbor four miles out, and heave to again two miles to the south of Clarence, four miles out from the tip of the peninsula. From then on he would listen on his walkie-talkie. If all went well, he would stay where he was until sunup. If things went badly, he would turn on the lights at the masthead, the forepeak, and the stern, to guide the returning force back to the Toscana.
Darkness that evening came early, for the sky was overcast and the moon would not rise until the small hours of the morning. The rains had already started, and twice in the previous three days the men had weathered drenching downpours as the skies opened. The weather report from Monrovia, listened to avidly on the radio, indicated there would be scattered squalls along the coast that night, but no tornadoes, and they could only pray there would be no torrential rains while the men were in their open boats or while the battle for the palace was on.
Before sundown the tarpaulins were hauled off the equipment piled in rows along the main deck, and when darkness fell Sha
The two of them hoisted the heavy outboard engine into place over the stern and screwed it tight to the backboard. Before placing the muffler on top of it, Semmler started the Johnson up and ran her for two minutes. The Serbian engineer had already given all three engines a thorough check-over, and it ran like a sewing machine. With the muffling box on top, the noise died to a low hum.
Semmler climbed out, and the equipment was lowered to Dupree’s waiting hands. There were the baseplates and sighting gear for both mortars, then the two mortar tubes. Dupree was taking forty mortar bombs for the palace and twelve for the barracks. To be on the safe side, he took sixty bombs, all primed and fused for detonation on impact.