"Aren't you coming with me, darling?"
"No. I'm going to be busy."
"What about Monty?"
"He'll arrive Thursday night."
"Who is this Monty?" Inspector van Duren asked.
"He's probably the man who's going to pose as the second security guard," Cooper said. "They're going to need uniforms."
The costume store was on Pieter Cornelisz Hooft Straat, in a shopping center.
"I need two uniforms for a costume party," Jeff explained to the clerk. "Similar to the one you have in the window."
One hour later Inspector van Duren was looking at a photograph of a guard's uniform.
"He ordered two of these. He told the clerk he would pick them up Thursday."
The size of the second uniform indicated that it was for a man much larger than Jeff Stevens. The inspector said, "Our friend Monty would be about six-three and weigh around two hundred twenty pounds. We'll have Interpol put that through their computers," he assured Daniel Cooper, "and we'll get an identification on him."
In the private garage Jeff had rented, he was perched on top of the truck, and Tracy was in the driver's seat.
"Are you ready?" Jeff called. "Now."
Tracy pressed a button on the dashboard. A large piece of canvas rolled down each side of the truck, spelling out HEINEKEN HOLLAND BEER.
"It works!" Jeff cheered.
"Heineken beer? Alstublieft!" Inspector van Duren looked around at the detectives gathered in his office. A series of blown-up photographs and memos were tacked all around the walls.
Daniel Cooper sat in the back of the room, silent. As far as Cooper was concerned, this meeting was a waste of time. He had long since anticipated every move Tracy Whitney and her lover would make. They had walked into a trap, and the trap was closing in on them. While the detectives in the office were filled with a growing excitement, Cooper felt an odd sense of anticlimax.
"All the pieces have fallen into place," Inspector van Duren was saying. "The suspects know what time the real armored truck is due at the bank. They plan to arrive about half an hour earlier, posing as security guards. By the time the real truck arrives, they'll be gone." Van Duren pointed to the photograph of an armored car. "They will drive away from the bank looking like this, but a block away, on some side street" - he indicated the Heineken beer truck photograph - "the truck will suddenly look like this."
A detective from the back of the room spoke up. "Do you know how they plan to get the gold out of the country, Inspector?"
Van Duren pointed to a picture of Tracy stepping onto the barge. "First, by barge. Holland is so crisscrossed with canals and waterways that they could lose themselves indefinitely." He indicated an aerial photograph of the truck speeding along the edge of the canal. "They've timed the run to see how long if takes to get from the bank to their barge. Plenty of time to load the gold onto the barge and be on their way before anyone suspects anything is wrong." Van Duren walked over to the last photograph on the wall, an enlarged picture of a freighter. "Two days ago Jeff Stevens reserved cargo space on the Oresta, sailing from Rotterdam next week. The cargo was listed as machinery, destination Hong Kong."
He turned to face the men in the room. "Well, gentlemen, we're making a slight change in their plans. We're going to let them remove the gold bullion from the bank and load it into the truck." He looked at Daniel Cooper and smiled. "Red-handed. We're going to catch these clever people red-handed."
A detective followed Tracy into the American Express office, where she picked up a medium-sized package; she returned immediately to her hotel.
"No way of knowing what was in the package," Inspector van Duren told Cooper. "We searched both their suites when they left, and there was nothing new in either of them."
Interpol's computers were unable to furnish any information on the 220-pound Monty.
At the Amstel late Thursday evening, Daniel Cooper, Inspector van Duren, and Detective Constable Witkamp were in the room above Tracy's, listening to the voices from below.
Jeff's voice: "If we get to the bank exactly thirty minutes before the guards are due, that will give us plenty of time to load the gold and move out. By the time the real truck arrives, we'll be stowing the gold onto the barge."
Tracy's voice: "I've had the mechanic check the truck and fill it with gas. It's ready."
Detective Constable Witkamp said, "One must almost admire them. They don't leave a thing to chance."
"They all slip up sooner or later," Inspector van Duren said curtly.
Daniel Cooper was silent, listening.
"Tracy, when this is over, how would you like to go on that dig we talked about?"
"Tunisia? Sounds like heaven, darling."
"Good. I'll arrange it. From now on we'll do nothing but relax and enjoy life."
Inspector van Duren murmured, "I'd say their next twenty years are pretty well taken care of." He rose and stretched. "Well, I think we can go to bed. Everything is set for tomorrow morning, and we can all use a good night's sleep."
Daniel Cooper was unable to sleep. He visualized Tracy being grabbed and manhandled by the police, and he could see the terror on her face. It excited him. He went into the bathroom and ran a very hot bath. He removed his glasses, took off his pajamas, and lay back in the steaming water. It was almost over, and she would pay, as he had made other whores pay. By this time tomorrow he would be on his way home. No, not home, Daniel Cooper corrected himself. To my apartment. Home was a warm, safe place where his mother loved him more than she loved anyone else in the world.