River of Death by Alistair MacLean Read Free Book Online

out a gold coin, and examined it intently.
    ‘My talisman,’ he said. He still didn’t appear to be quite with them. ‘Thirty long years I’ve had it and I’ve looked at it every day in those thirty years. Hiller has seen this very coin. He says the ones this man Hamilton has are identical in every way. Hiller is not a man to make mistakes so this can mean only one thing. Hamilton has found what can only be the foot of the rainbow.’
    Tracy said: ‘And at the far end of the rainbow lies a pot of gold?’
    Smith looked at him without really seeing him. ‘Who cares about the gold?’
    There was a long and, for Tracy and Maria, rather uncomfortable silence. Smith sighed again and replaced the coin in his pocket.
    ‘Another thing,’ Smith went on. ‘Hamilton appears to have stumbled across some sort of an El Dorado.’
    ‘It seems less and less likely that Hamilton is the kind of man to stumble across anything,’ Maria said. ‘He’s a hunter, a seeker—but never a stumbler. He has sources of information denied other so-called civilised people, especially among the tribes not yet classified as pacified. He starts off with some sort of clue that points himin the right direction then starts quartering the ground, narrowing the area of search until he finally pinpoints what he’s after. The element of chance doesn’t enter into that man’s calculations.’
    ‘You might be right, my dear,’ Smith said. ‘In fact you’re almost certainly right. Anyway, what matters is that Hiller says that Hamilton seems to have located some diamond hoard.’
    Maria said: ‘Part of the war loot?’
    ‘Overseas investments, my dear, overseas investments. Never war loot. In this case, however, no. They are uncut—rough-cut, rather-Brazilian diamonds. And Hiller is an expert on diamonds—God knows he’s stolen enough in his lifetime. Anyway, it appears that Hamilton has fallen for Hiller’s story, hook, line and sinker—in Hiller’s rather uninspired phrase. Two birds with one stone—he’s found both the European gold and the Brazilian diamonds. Looks as if this is going to be even easier than we thought.’
    Tracy looked vaguely troubled. ‘He hasn’t the reputation for being an easy man.’
    ‘Among the tribes of the Mato Grosso, agreed,’ Smith said. He smiled as if anticipating some future pleasure. ‘But he’s going to find himself in a different kind of jungle here.’
    ‘Maybe you overlook one thing,’ Maria said soberly. ‘Maybe you’re overlooking the fact that you’ve got to go back into that jungle with him.’

    Hiller, in his room in the Hotel Negresco, was studying a gold coin which he held in his hand when he was disturbed by an erratic knock on the door. He pulled out a gun, held it behind his back, crossed to the door and opened it.
    Hiller put his gun away: the precaution had been unnecessary. Serrano, both hands clutching the back of his neck, swayed dizzily and practically fell into the room.
    ‘Brandy!’ Serrano’s voice was a strangled croak.
    ‘What the hell’s happened to you?’
    ‘Brandy!’
    ‘Brandy coming up,’ Hiller said resignedly. He gave a generous double to Serrano who downed it in a single gulp. He had just finished his third brandy and was pouring out his tale of woe when another sharp rat-tat-tat came on the door, this knocking far from erratic. Again Hiller took his precautionary measures and again they proved unnecessary. The Hamilton who stood in the doorway was scarcely recognisable as the Hamilton of two hours previously. Two hours in the Hotel de Paris’s grandiloquently named Presidential Suite-no president had ever or would ever stay there, but it had the only bath in the hotel not corroded with rust—had transformed him. He had bathed and was clean-shaven. He wore a fresh set of khaki drills, a fresh khaki shirt without a rent in sight and even a pair of gleaming new shoes.
    Hiller glanced at his watch. ‘Two hours precisely. You are very