A Treasury of Great Science Fiction Vol 2 Part 65
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The woman shrieked.
Foyle pressed his upper incisors again, cutting off the acceleration. The external world shook itself out of slow motion back to normal. Sound and color leaped up the spectrum and the two jackals disappeared through the crater and crashed into the apartment below.
"Was there a body?" Foyle repeated gently. "A Negro girl?" The woman was unintelligible. He took her by the hair and shook her, then hurled her through the crater in the living room floor.
His search for a clue to Robin's fate was interrupted by the mob from the hall. They carried torches and makes.h.i.+ft weapons. The Jack-jaunters were not professional killers. They only worried defenseless prey to death. "Don't bother me," Foyle warned quietly, ferreting intently through closets and under overturned furniture.
They edged closer, goaded by a ruffian in a mink suit and a tricornered hat, and inspired by the curses percolating up from the floor below. The man in the tricorne threw a torch at Foyle. It burned him. Foyle accelerated again and the Jack-jaunters were transformed into living statues. Foyle picked up half a chair and calmly clubbed the slow-motion figures. They remained upright. He thrust the man in the tricorne down on the floor and knelt on him. Then he decelerated.Again the external world came to life. The jackals dropped in their tracks, pole-axed. The man in the tricorne hat and mink suit roared.
"Was there a body in here?" Foyle asked. "Negro girl. Very tall. Very beautiful."
The man writhed and attempted to gouge Foyle's eyes.
"You keep track of bodies," Foyle said gently. "Some of you Jacks like dead girls better than live ones.
Did you find her body in here?"
Receiving no satisfactory answer, he picked up a torch and set fire to the mink suit. He followed the Jack-jaunter into the living room and watched him with detached interest. The man howled, toppled over the edge of the crater and flamed down into the darkness below.
"Was there a body?" Foyle called down quietly. He shook his head at the answer. "Not very deft," he murmured. "I've got to learn how to extract information. Dagenham could teach me a thing or two."
He switched off his electronic system and jaunted.
He appeared in Green Bay, smelling so abominably of singed hair and scorched skin that he entered the local Presteign shop (jewels, perfumes, cosmetics, ionics & surrogates) to buy a deodorant. But the local Mr. Presto had evidently witnessed the arrival of the Four Mile Circus and recognized him. Foyle at once awoke from his detached intensity and became the outlandish Fourmyle of Ceres. He clowned and cavorted, bought a twelve-ounce flagon of Euge No. 5 at ^r 100 the ounce, dabbed himself delicately and tossed the bottle into the street to the edification and delight of Mr. Presto.
The record clerk at the County Record Office was unaware of Foyle's ident.i.ty and was obdurate and uncompromising.
"No, Sir. County Records Are Not Viewed Without Proper Court Order For Sufficient Cause. That Must Be Final."
Foyle examined him keenly and without rancor. "Asthenic type," he decided. "Slender, long-boned, no strength. Epileptoid character. Self-centered, pedantic, single-minded, shallow. Not bribable; too repressed and strait-laced. But repression's the c.h.i.n.k in his armor."
An hour later six followers from the Four Mile Circus waylaid the record clerk. They were of the female persuasion and richly endowed with vice. Two hours later, the record clerk, dazed by flesh and the devil, delivered up his information. The apartment building had been opened to Jack-jaunting by a gas explosion two weeks earlier. All tenants had been forced to move. Robin Wednesbury was in protective confinement in Mercy Hospital near the Iron Mountain Proving Grounds.
"Protective confinement?" Foyle wondered. "What for? What's she done?"
It took thirty minutes to organize a Christmas party in the Four Mile Circus. It was made up of musicians, singers, actors, and rabble who knew the Iron Mountain co-ordinates. Led by their chief buffoon, they jaunted up with music, fireworks, firewater, and gifts. They paraded through the town spreading largess and laughter. They blundered into the radar field of the Proving Ground protection system and were driven out with laughter. Fourmyle of Ceres, dressed as Santa Glaus, scattering bank notes from a huge sack over his shoulder and, leaping in agony as the induction field of the protection system burned his bottom, made an entrancing spectacle. They burst into Mercy Hospital, following Santa Glaus who roared and cavorted with the detached calm of a solemn elephant. He kissed the nurses, made drunk the attendants, pestered the patients with gifts, littered the corridors with money, and abruptly disappearedwhen the happy rioting reached such heights that the police had to be called. Much later it was discovered that a patient had disappeared too, despite the fact that she had been under sedation and was incapable of jaunting. As a matter of fact she departed from the hospital inside Santa's sack.
Foyle jaunted with her over his shoulder to the hospital grounds. There, in a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful. He removed his own costume, watching the girl intently, waiting to see if she would recognize him and remember him.
She was alarmed and confused; her telesending was like heat lightning: "My G.o.d/ Wfto is he? What's happened? The music. The uproar. Why kidnapped in a sack? Drunks sinning on trombones. 'Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clous' Adeste Fidelis. What's he want from me? Who is he?"
"I'm Fourmyle of Ceres," Foyle said.
"What? Who? Fourmyle of-? Yes, of course. The buffoon. The bourgeois gentilhomme. Vulgarity.
Imbecility. Obscenity. The Four Mile Circus. My G.o.d! Am I telesending? Can you hear me?"
"I hear you, Miss Wednesbury," Foyle said quietly.
"What have you done? Why? What do you want with me? I-"
"I want you to look at me."
"Bonjour, Madame. Into my sack, Madame. Ecco! Look at me. I'm looking," Robin said, trying to control the jangle of her thoughts. She gazed up into his face without recognition. "It's a face. I've seen so many like it. The faces of men, oh G.o.dl The features of masculinity. Everyman in rut. Will G.o.d never save us from brute desire?"
"My rutting season's over, Miss Wednesbury."
"I'm sorry you heard that. I'm terrified, naturally. I- You know me?"
"I know you."
"We've met before?" She scrutinized him closely, but still without recognition. Deep down inside Foyle there was a surge of triumph. If this woman of all women failed to remember him he was safe, provided he kept blood and brains and face under control.
"We've never met," he said. "I've heard of you. I want something from you. That's why we're here; to talk about it. If you don't like my offer you can go back to the hospital."
"You want something? But I've got nothing... nothing. Nothing's left but shame and- Oh G.o.dl Why did the suicide fail? Why couldn't I-"
"So that's it?" Foyle interrupted softly. "You tried to commit suicide, eh? That accounts for the gas explosion that opened the building... And your protective confinement. Attempted suicide. Why weren't you hurt in the explosion?"
"So many were hurt. So many died. But I didn't. I'm unlucky, I suppose. I've been unlucky all my life."
"Why suicide?""I'm tired. I'm finished. I've lost everything... I'm on the army gray list... suspected, watched, reported.
No job. No family. No- Why suicide? Dear G.o.d, what else but suicide?"
"You can work for me."
"I can... What did you say?"
"I want you to work for me, Miss Wednesbury."
She burst into hysterical laughter. "For you? Another camp follower in the Circus? Work for you, Fourmyle?"
"You've got s.e.x on the brain," he said gently. "I'm not looking for tarts. They look for me, as a rule."
"I'm sorry. I'm obsessed by the brute who destroyed me. I- I'll try to make sense." Robin calmed herself. "Let me understand you. You've taken me out of the hospital to offer me a job. You've heard of me. That means you want something special. My specialty is telesending."
"And charm."
"What?"
"I want to buy your charm, Miss Wednesbury."
"I don't understand."
"Why," Foyle said mildly. "It ought to be simple for you. I'm the buffoon. I'm vulgarity, imbecility, obscenity. That's got to stop. I want you to be my social secretary."
"You expect me to believe that? You could hire a hundred social secretaries... a thousand, with your money. You expect me to believe that I'm the only one for you? That you had to kidnap me from protective confinement to get me?"
Foyle nodded. "That's right, there are thousands, but only one that can telesend."
"What's that got to do with it?"
"You're going to be the ventriloquist; I'm going to be your dummy. I don't know the upper cla.s.ses; you do. They have their own talk, their own jokes, their own manners. If a man wants to be accepted by them he's got to talk their language. I can't, but you can. You'll talk for me, through my mouth..."
"But you could learn."
"No. It would take too long. And charm can't be learned. I want to buy your charm, Miss Wednesbury.
Now, about salary. I'll pay you a thousand a month."
Her eyes widened. "You're very generous, Fourmyle."
"I'll clean up this suicide charge for you."
"You're very kind."
"And I'll guarantee to get you off the army gray list. You'll be back on the white list by the time you finish working for me. You can start with a clean slate and a bonus. You can start living again."
Robin's lips trembled and then she began to cry. She sobbed and shook and Foyle had to steady her."Well," he asked. "Will you do it?"
She nodded. "You're so kind... It's... I'm not used to kindness any more."
The dull concussion of a distant explosion made Foyle stiffen. "Christ!" he exclaimed in sudden panic.
"Another Blue Jaunte. I-"
"No," Robin said. "I don't know what blue jaunte is, but that's the Proving Ground. They-" She looked up at Foyle's face and screamed. The unexpected shock of the explosion and the vivid chain of a.s.sociations had wrenched loose his iron control. The blood-red scars of tattooing showed under his skin. She stared at him in horror, still screaming.
He touched his face once, then leaped forward and gagged her. Once again he had hold of himself.
"It shows, eh?" he murmured with a ghastly smile. "Lost my grip for a minute. Thought I was back in Gouffre Martel listening to a Blue Jaunte. Yes, I'm Foyle. The brute who destroyed you. You had to know, sooner or later, but I'd hoped it would be later, I'm Foyle, back again. Will you be quiet and listen to me?"
She shook her head frantically, trying to struggle out of his grasp. With detached calm he punched her jaw. Robin sagged. Foyle picked her up, wrapped her in his coat and held her in his arms, waiting for consciousness to return. When he saw her eyelids flutter he spoke again.
"Don't move or you'll be sick. Maybe I didn't pull that punch enough."
"Brute... Beast..."
"I could do this the wrong way," he said. "I could blackmail you. I know your mother and sisters are on Callisto, that you're cla.s.sed as an alien belligerent by a.s.sociation. That puts you on the black list, ipso facto. Is that right? Ipso facto. 'By the very fact.' Latin. You can't trust hypno-learning. I could point out that all I have to do is send anonymous information to Central Intelligence and you wouldn't be just suspect any more. They'd be ripping information out of you inside twelve hours..."
He felt her shudder. "But I'm not going to do it that way. I'm going to tell you the truth because I want to turn you into a partner. Your mother's in the Inner Planets. She's in the Inner Planets," he repeated. "She may be on Terra."
"Safe?" she whispered.
"I don't know."
"Put me down."
"You're cold."
"Put me down."
He set her on her feet.
"You destroyed me once," she said in choked tones. "Are you trying to destroy me again?"
"No. Will you listen?"
She nodded."I was lost in s.p.a.ce. I was dead and rotting for six months. A s.h.i.+p came up that could have saved me. It pa.s.sed me by. It let me die. A s.h.i.+p named 'Vorga.' 'Vorga-T:i339.' Does that mean anything to you?"
"No."
"j.i.z. McQueen-a friend of mine who's dead now-once told me to find out why I was left to rot. That would be the answer to who gave the order. So I started buying information about 'Vorga.' Any information."
"What's that to do with my mother?"
"Just listen. Information was tough to buy. The 'Vorga' records were removed from the Bo'ness & Uig files. I managed to locate three names... three out of a standard crew of four officers and twelve men.
n.o.body knew anything or n.o.body would talk. And I found this." Foyle took a silver locket from his pocket and handed it to Robin. "It was p.a.w.ned by some s.p.a.ceman off the 'Vorga.' That's all I could find out."
Robin uttered a cry and opened the locket with trembling fingers. Inside was her picture and the pictures of two other girls. As the locket was opened, the 30 photos smiled and whispered: "Love from Robin, Mama... Love from Holly, Mama... Love from Wendy, Mama..."
"It is my mother's," Robin wept. "It... She... For pity's sake, where is she? What happened?"
"I don't know," Foyle said steadily. "But I can guess. I think your mother got out of that concentration camp... one way or another."
"And my sisters too. She'd never leave them."
"Maybe your sisters too. I think 'Vorga' was running refugees out of Callisto. Your family paid with money and jewelry to get aboard and be taken to the Inner Planets. That's how a s.p.a.ceman off the 'Vorga' came to p.a.w.n this locket."
"Then where are they?"
"I don't know. Maybe they were dumped on Mars or Venus. Most probably they were sold to a labor camp on the Moon, which is why they haven't been able to get in touch with you. I don't know where they are, but 'Vorga' can tell us."
"Are you lying? Tricking me?"
"Is that locket a lie? I'm telling the truth... all the truth I know. I want to find out why they left me to die, and who gave the order. The man who gave the order will know where your mother and sisters are. He'll tell you... before I kill him. He'll have plenty of time. He'll be a long time dying."
Robin looked at him in horror. The pa.s.sion that gripped him was making his face once again show the scarlet stigmata. He looked like a tiger closing in for the kill.
"I've got a fortune to spend... never mind how I got it. I've got three months to finish the job. I've learned enough maths to compute the probabilities. Three months is the outside before they figure that Fourmyle of Ceres is Gully Foyle. Ninety days. From New Year's to All Fools. Will you join me?"
"You?" Robin cried with loathing. "Join you?"
"All this Four Mile Circus is camouflage. n.o.body ever suspects a clown. But I've been studying,learning, preparing for the finish. All I need now is you."
"Why?"
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