she said a little wearily. ‘But I don’t know much. I was a girl of twenty, remember—and no technician. He had that beefed-up Northrop which was a freight carrier. Jock Anderson had installed extra gas tanks in the cargo space and the plan was to fly south from Algiers to Kano in Nigeria. The desert crossing was going to be the most difficult leg, so Jock came here with a team to give the plane a thorough check before Peter took off.’
‘Jock Anderson—who was he?’
‘The flight mechanic. Peter and Jock had been together a long time. Peter flew the planes and pushed them hard, and Jock kept the pieces together when they threatened to bust apart. They made a good team. Jock was a good engineer.’
‘What happened to him afterwards?’
‘When Peter disappeared he broke up. I’ve never seen a man get drunk so fast. He went on a three-day splurge, then he sobered-up and left Algiers. I haven’t seen him since.’
I pondered on that but it led nowhere. ‘What do you think of Paul Billson?’
‘I think he’s a nut,’ she said. ‘Hysterical and crazy. Totally unlike his father in every way.’
‘How did you get to know him?’
‘Same way as I got to know you. I have ears all over this city and when I heard of a man looking into Peter Billson I was curious so I sent for him.’
‘All right,’ I said. ‘Where is he?’
‘Gone looking for his Daddy. By now he’ll be in Tammanrasset.’
‘Where’s that?’
Hesther gave me a crooked smile. ‘You go south into the desert until you’re going out of the desert. That’s Tammanrasset, in the Ahaggar about two thousand kilometres south of here. Plumb in the middle of the Sahara.’
I whistled. ‘Why there?’
‘If you’re looking for something in the Ahaggar, Tam is a good place to start.’
‘What’s the Ahaggar like?’
Hesther looked at me for a moment before she said, ‘Mountainous and dry.’
‘How big?’
‘Christ, I don’t know—I haven’t measured it lately. Wait a minute.’ She went away and returned with a book. ‘The Annexe du Hoggar—that’s the administrative area—is 380,000 square kilometres.’ She looked up. ‘I don’t know what that is in square miles; you’ll have to figure that yourself.’
I did, and it came to nearly 150,000 square miles—three times the area of the United Kingdom. ‘Paul Billson is crazy,’ I said. ‘What’s the population?’
Hesther consulted the book again. ‘About twelve thousand.’
‘There doesn’t seem much to administer. People are thin on the ground out there.’
‘If you go there you’ll find out why,’ she said. ‘Are you thinking of going after him?’
‘The idea has crossed my mind,’ I admitted. ‘Which makes me as crazy as he is, I suppose.’
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