"Well-" Johnson said doubtfully.
Ballard moved his lips silently. "Eh? Get that stuff from the quicksand washed off Argus. He"s supposed to be a showpiece!"
Johnson looked after Ballard"s retreating figure. His eyebrows lifted quizzically.
Ballard had a tough session with the televisor. His enemies were closing in from all sides. If only the end of the month would come, when he could get the new diamonds! His holdings were falling in ruin around him. And that d.a.m.ned robot held the key to-everything!
He gave such orders as he could and wandered upstairs, to Argus" room. The robot, newly cleaned, stood by the window in a blaze of sunlight, a figure of fantastic beauty. Ballard noticed his own reflection in a nearby mirror. Instinctively he drew himself up.
It was a singularly futile gesture. The silent presence of Argus was like a rebuke. Ballard looked at the robot.
"Oh, d.a.m.n you!" he said. "d.a.m.n you!"
Through the visor the impa.s.sive face of Argus ignored him. A whim had made Ballard shape the robot to resemble a knight. Somehow the idea seemed less satisfactory now.
Ballard"s long-suppressed inferiority complex was suffering badly.
The golden knight stood there, towering, beautiful, mighty. There was dignity in its silence. It was a machine, Ballard told himself, merely a machine that man had made. He was certainly better than a machine.
But he wasn"t.
Within its specialized limits, the robot had greater intelligence than his own. It had security, for it was invulnerable. It had wealth-it was wealth, a Midas without the Midas curse. And it had beauty. Calm, huge, utterly self-confident, Argus stood ignoring Ballard.
If Ballard could have destroyed the robot then, he might have done so. If only the d.a.m.ned thing wouldn"t ignore him! It was wrecking his life, his power, his empire-and doing so unconsciously.
Malice and hatred Ballard could have faced; as long as a man is important enough to be hated, he is not a cipher. But, to Argus, Ballard simply did not exist.
The sunlight blazed yellow from the golden cuira.s.s. The diamonds sent out rainbow rays into the still air of the room. Ballard did not realize that his lips had drawn back into a snarling rictus- After that events moved swiftly. The most notable was the impounding of the castle, a result of Ballard"s avalanching economic collapse. He had to move out. Before he did so, he risked opening the annealingchamber on the new diamonds, a week before the process was finished. The result was worthless carbon. But Ballard could not have waited a week, for by that time the castle and all it contained would have been out of his possession.
Except the robot. That was still his own-or, rather, it belonged technically to his divorced wife. The doc.u.ments he and Jessica had signed were thoroughly waterproof and legal. Ballard secured a court judgment; he was permitted to enter the castle and take away the robot at any convenient time. If he could find a way of immobilizing Argus long enough to dismantle the creature.
In time he might hit on a way. Maybe. Maybe- Ffoulkes summoned Ballard to a conference, superficially a luncheon engagement. For a time Ffoulkes talked of casual matters, but there was a sardonic gleam in his eyes.
At last he said, "How are you getting on with that robot of yours, Bruce?"
"All right." Ballard was wary. "Why?"
"The castle"s impounded, isn"t it?"
"That"s right. But I can get the robot whenever I like. The court ruled in my favor-special circ.u.mstances."
"Think you can catch the thing. I don"t, Gunther was a smart man. If he made that robot invulnerable. I"ll bet you won"t be able to get your hands on it. Unless you know the key phrase, of course."
"I-" Ballard stopped. His eyes changed. "How"d you know-"
"That there was a code? Gunther phoned me just before he... ah... met his unfortunate accident. He suspected you were going to kill him.
I do not know the ins and outs of the thing, but I got a telecall from him that night. All he said was to tell you what the key code was-but not to tell you till the right time. Gunther was pretty farsighted."
"You know the code?" Ballard said, his voice expressionless.
Ffoulkes shook his head. "No."
"Just what do you mean?"
"Gunther said this: "Tell Ballard that the key code is what he finds on the wire tape-the name and number of the patent for making artificial diamonds." "
Ballard looked at his fingernails. The wire tape. The secret he had found only by tricking and killing Gunther. Only in his mind now did that information exist-"McNamara, Torsion Process, Patent No.
R-j^-V-22."
And Gunther must have keyed the robot to that chain of phrases before he died.
"Finished?" Ffoulkes asked.
"Yeah." Ballard got up, crumpling his napkin.
"This is on me... One more point, Bruce. It would be distinctly to my advantage if diamonds became valueless. I"ve sold out all my diamond holdings, but plenty of my compet.i.tors have interests in theAfrican mines. If the bottom falls out of the market, I can do some good for myself."
"Well?"
"Would you tell me that patent number?"
"No."
"I thought not," Ffoulkes said, sighing. "Well, good-by."
Ballard commandeered a truck, well armored, and hired a dozen guards. He drove out to the castle. The officer at the gate nodded agreeably.
"Want to go in, sir?"
"Yes. I have permission-"
"I know that, sir. Go right ahead. You"re after your robot?"
Ballard didn"t answer. The castle, after he had entered, seemed strange to him. Already there had been alterations, rugs removed, pictures stored, furniture carried away. It was no longer his.
He glanced at his watch. Five after two. Argus would be making his rounds. The great hall- Ballard headed for it. He caught sight of the golden robot emerging into the hall and beginning its slow circuit. Two men followed it, just beyond the circle of reaction. They were police guards.
Ballard walked toward them. "I"m Bruce Ballard."
"Yes, sir."
"What... what the devil! Aren"t you Dangerfield? Ffoulkes" chief of staff? Wh-"
Dangerfield"s blank face didn"t change expression. "I"ve been sworn in as special deputy. The authorities consider your robot too valuable to be left unguarded. We"re detailed to keep an eye on it."
Ballard didn"t move for a moment. Then he said, "Well, your job"s finished. I"m taking the robot away."
"Very well, sir."
"You can leave."
"Sorry, sir. My orders were not to leave the robot unguarded for a moment."
"Ffoulkes gave you those orders," Ballard said, his voice not quite under control.
"Sir?"
Ballard looked at the other guard. "Are you Ffoulkes" man, too?"
"Sir?"
Dangerfield said, "You"re quite free to remove your robot whenever you wish, but until it"s out of the castle, we mustn"t take our eyes off those diamonds."
They had, as they talked, been following Argus. Now the robot moved on into the next hall andcommenced its slow circuit. Ballard ran around in front of the creature. Covering his lips with one hand, he whispered, "Mc-Namara, Torsion Process, Patent No. R-j^^-V-22."
The robot kept on walking. Dangerfield said, "You"ll have to say it louder, won"t you?"
He was holding a little notebook and stylo.
Ballard stared at the other for a moment. Then he ran in toward Argus, beginning to whisper the code phrase again. But the robot instantly fled till it was beyond Ballard"s triggering nearness.
He couldn"t get close enough to whisper the code. And if he said it loudly enough for Argus to hear, Dangerfield was ready to carry the formula to Ffoulkes. What Ffoulkes would do was obvious-publicize the process, so that the bottom would fall out of the diamond market.
The trio moved on, leaving Ballard where he was. Could there be a way out? Was there any way of trapping the robot?
The man knew that there was none-none he could employ in a house no longer his own. With power and wealth, he might eventually figure out a way. But time was important.
Even yet, he could re-establish himself. A month from now he could not. By that time the strings of empire would have pa.s.sed forever from his hands. Frantically his mind doubled back on its tracks, seeking escape.
Suppose he used the process to make more diamonds?
He might try. But he was no longer Bruce Ballard, the robber baron. He did not have the invulnerability of the very wealthy. Ffoulkes could have him shadowed, could trace his every movement. There was no possibility of secrecy. Whatever he did from now on would be an open book to Ffoulkes. So, if he made more diamonds, Ffoulkes" men would discover the method. There was no escape that way.
Escape. So easy for the robot. He had lost invulnerability, but the robot was invulnerable. He had lost wealth; Argus was Midas. His intelligence could not help him now in this greatest crisis of his life. For an insane moment he wondered what Argus would do in his place-Argus whose infallible metal brain was so far superior to the brain that had brought it into being.
But Argus would never be in this position-Argus cared for nothing on Earth but Argus" own magnificent golden hide, studded with flashing glory. Even now he was stalking on his way through the castle, uncaring and unheeding.
Ballard drew an unsteady breath and went down to the cellar, where he found a heavy sledge hammer.
After that he went up to look for Argus.
He found him in the dining hall, moving with a slow, majestic tread as light from the windows slid softly over his golden mail, splintered into rainbows from his jewels.
Ballard was sweating, though not with exertion. He got in front of Argus and said, "Stop right there, you-" He called the robot an unprintable name.
Argus moved to circle him. Ballard in a clear, carrying voice said, "Mc-Namara, Torsion Process, Patent No. R-j^^-V-22."
Dangerfield"s stylo moved swiftly. The robot stopped. It was like stopping some inexorable force ofnature, as if an avalanche had halted halfway down a mountain. In the unnatural silence Ballard heard the other guard ask: "Got it?"
"Yeah," said Dangerfield. "Let"s go."
They went out. Ballard hefted the sledge. He walked toward Argus on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet. Argus towered over him, serene and blind.
The first blow sent diamonds showering and flashing, gouged gold from the robot"s ma.s.sive chest. With tremendous dignity Argus rocked backward from the blow. The thunder of his fall echoed through the silent hall.
Ballard lifted the sledge and brought it down again. He couldn"t break through the almost impermeable casing beneath the gold plate, of course, nor crush the gems, but his furious blows ripped diamonds free and tore great furrows and gouges in the golden armor.
"You... d.a.m.ned... machine!" Ballard shouted, wielding the sledge in a blind, clamorous fury of meaningless destruction. "You... d.a.m.ned . machinel"
LETTERS FROM LAURA.
by Mildred Clingerman
Monday
DEAR MOM:.
Stop worrying. There isn"t a bit of danger. n.o.body ever dies or gets hurt or anything like that while time traveling. The young man at the Agency explained it all to me in detail, but I"ve forgotten most of it. His eyebrows move in the most fascinating way. So I"m going this weekend. I"ve already bought my ticket. I haven"t the faintest idea where I"m going, but that"s part of the fun. Grab Bag Tours, they call them. It costs $60 for one day and night, and the Agency supplies you with food concentrates and water capsules-a whole bag full of stuff they send right along with you. I certainly do not want Daddy to go with me. I"ll tell him all about it when I get back, and then he can go himself, if he still wants to. The thing Daddy forgets is that all the history he reads is mostly just a pack of lies. Everybody says so nowadays, since time travel. He"d spoil everything arguing with the natives, telling them how they were supposed to act. I have to stop now, because the young man from the Agency is going to take me out to dinner and explain about insurance for the trip.
Love, Laura
Tuesday
Dear Mom: I can"t afford to go first cla.s.s. The Grab Bag Tours are not the leavings. They"re perfectly all right. It"s just that you sorta have to rough it. They"ve been thoroughly explored. I mean somebody has been there at least once before. I never heard of a native attacking a girl traveler. Just because I Copyright 1954 by Mildred Clingerman.Originally published by Fantasy and Science Fiction.
Reprinted by permission of Willis Kingsley Wing.
won"t have a guide you start worrying about that. Believe me, some of those guides from what I hear wouldn"t be very safe, either. Delbert explained it all to me. He"s the boy from the Agency. Did you know that insurance is a very interesting subject?
Love, Laura
Friday