"Maybe I did," Goldfarb said.
He waited for his boss to ask more questions, but Walsh surprised him by doing nothing of the kind, but turning away and going back to his own work. An Englishman might have done that, but Goldfarb hadn"t expected it on this side of the Atlantic. From all the American films he"d seen, people over here were a lot more brash about sticking their noses into other people"s business.
After a moment, he realized American films came out of the United States, not Canada. The Canadians who"d grilled him had done it out of duty, not because they were personally nosy. The reserve wasn"t quite so strong as the notorious British stiff upper lip, but it was there.
He got back to work waiting all the while for the phone to ring again. That was how these things worked, wasn"t it? The bad eggs played on their victim"s fear, and sometimes managed to drive him round the bend without even doing anything to him.
And, sure as the devil, the phone did ring again half an hour later. When Goldfarb picked it up, all he heard on the other end was silence. He listened for a little while, then hung up. n.o.body"d drive him round the bend, by G.o.d, but someone had made a good start on getting his goat.
Somebody... He had no idea who, though whoever it was had to be a Canadian pal of Basil Roundbush"s. Suddenly, he grinned and turned to Hal Walsh. "Mr. Widget, sir!"
Walsh grinned back. "At your service, Mr. Goldfarb. And what can I do for you today?"
"You"re in the widget business," Goldfarb said. "Can you tell me if anyone"s ever invented a widget that shows the number a telephone call is made from?"
"A fast and easy kind of tracer, you mean?" Walsh asked. "Something better than the police and the telephone company use?"
Goldfarb nodded. "That"s what I"m talking about. Shouldn"t be too hard, not if we put some of the Lizards" information-processing gadgets on the job. Suppose you could see at a glance it was your brother-in-law on the other end of the line, and you didn"t want to talk to him because you owed him twenty quid-uh, fifty dollars. It"d be handy."
"You"re right. It would." If Walsh was wondering why Goldfarb chose this exact moment to ask about that invention, he didn"t let on. "And no, I don"t think anything like that is on sale now, and yes, I can see how it might be popular." He looked past Goldfarb, or maybe through him. "I can see how you might do it, too."
"So can I," Goldfarb said, excitement kindling in him. Roundbush"s nasty friends might have thought they were putting a scare in him, but, with a little luck, they"d just gone a long way toward making him a rich man. He started bouncing ideas off his boss, who also had some good ones of his own. Goldfarb was a tinkerer, and largely self-taught; Hal Walsh understood more about theory than he would if he lived to be ninety.
Both men started scribbling notes after the first couple of minutes. After half an hour, Goldfarb was hoping the nasty boys would call back again, and do it soon. Once he had their telephone number, he could pa.s.s it on to the police. Then they"d be out of his hair for good. From an office full of people who thought the same way he did, everything looked very simple.
When the telephone rang, Kathe Drucker answered it. After a moment, she turned and said, "It"s for you, Hans."
"Who?" Johannes Drucker asked, setting down his newspaper and getting to his feet. His wife shrugged, as if to say it wasn"t anybody she knew. Drucker tried to hide his worries as he walked to the phone. If that d.a.m.ned Gunther Grillparzer was raising more trouble... If Grillparzer was doing that, he"d just have to deal with it as best he could. He took the phone from Kathe. "Drucker here."
"Your leave is canceled," said a crisp voice on the other end of the line. "All leaves are canceled, by order of the Committee of Eight. Report to your duty station at Peenemunde immediately."
"Jawohl!" Drucker said, fighting the urge to come to attention. The line went dead. He hung up the telephone. Drucker said, fighting the urge to come to attention. The line went dead. He hung up the telephone.
"What is it?" Kathe asked-she could see it was something. When he told her, her eyes went wide. "Does that mean what I"m afraid it means?"
"That the balloon"s going up on account of Poland?" he asked, and she nodded. He answered the only way he could: with a shrug. "I don"t know. No one tells me anything. I"ll say this-I hope not. But whether it is or not, I have to report in." He raised his voice: "Heinrich!"
"What is it, Father?" His elder son"s reply floated down from upstairs.
"Keep an eye on your brother and sister for a while. I have to report to the base, and your mother will come along so she can drive the car back here. Have you got that?"
"Yes, Father," Heinrich said, and then asked essentially the same question Kathe had: "Will it be war?" The difference was, he sounded excited, not afraid.
He"s too young to know better, Drucker thought, remembering how enthusiastic a Hitler Youth he"d made at the same age. Not much later, he"d gone into the Drucker thought, remembering how enthusiastic a Hitler Youth he"d made at the same age. Not much later, he"d gone into the Wehrmacht, Wehrmacht, and he"d been there ever since. Did that mean he didn"t know better, either? Maybe it did. He had no time to worry about it now. and he"d been there ever since. Did that mean he didn"t know better, either? Maybe it did. He had no time to worry about it now.
Reliable no matter how ugly it was, the Volkswagen roared to life right away. Drucker didn"t want to think about what he would have done if it hadn"t started. Called for a taxi, he supposed-an order to report immediately meant that and nothing else. No one cared about excuses; the idea was that there shouldn"t be any.
Drucker drove out of Greifswald and east across the flat, muddy ground toward Peenemunde. He cursed every car that got in his way. At the barbed-wire perimeter around the base, he showed the sentries his identification card. They shot out their arms in salute and let him by.
He stopped in front of the barracks where he spent almost as much time as he did with his family. When he jumped out of the Volkswagen, he started to take the keys with him. Kathe coughed reproachfully. Feeling foolish, Drucker left the keys alone. His wife got out, too, to come around to the driver"s side. He took her in his arms and kissed her. He wasn"t the only soldier doing such things; the road in front of the barracks was clogged with stopped cars and men saying goodbye to wives and sweethearts.
Kathe got back into the VW and drove away. Drucker hurried into the barracks and threw on the uniform that hung in the closet. "What"s up?" he called to another s.p.a.ce flier who was dressing with as much frantic haste as he.
"d.a.m.ned if I know," his comrade answered. "Whatever it is, though, it can"t be good. I"d bet on that."
"Not with me, you wouldn"t, because I think you"re right," Drucker told him.
They hurried toward the administrative center. Drucker looked at his wrist.w.a.tch. Less than half an hour had gone by since the telephone rang. He couldn"t get in trouble for being late, not when he"d had to come from Greifswald... could he? He resolved to raise a big stink if anyone complained.
No one did. He checked off his name on the duty roster and hurried into the auditorium to which soldiers in military-police metal gorgets were directing people. The auditorium was already almost full; even though he"d done everything as fast as he could, he remained a latecomer. He slid into a chair near the back of the hall and shot disapproving glances at the men who came in after him.
General Dornberger stepped up onto the stage. Even from his distant seat, Drucker thought the commandant at Peenemunde looked worried. He couldn"t have been the only man who thought so, either; the buzz in the hail rose abruptly, then died as Dornberger held up his hand for quiet.
"Soldiers of the Reich Reich, our beloved fatherland is in danger," Dornberger said into that silence. "In their arrogance, the Lizards in Poland have attempted to impose limits on our sovereignty, the first step toward bringing the Reich Reich under their rule. The Committee of Eight has warned them that their demands are intolerable to a free and independent people, but they have paid no attention to our just and proper protests." under their rule. The Committee of Eight has warned them that their demands are intolerable to a free and independent people, but they have paid no attention to our just and proper protests."
He building up toward a declaration of war, Drucker thought. Ice ran through him. He knew the Drucker thought. Ice ran through him. He knew the Reich Reich could hurt the Race. But, probably better than any man who"d never been into s.p.a.ce, he also know what the Race could do to the could hurt the Race. But, probably better than any man who"d never been into s.p.a.ce, he also know what the Race could do to the Reich. Reich. He felt like a dead man walking. The only hope he had for his family"s survival was the wind blowing the fallout from Peenemunde out to sea or toward Poland rather than onto Greifswald. He felt like a dead man walking. The only hope he had for his family"s survival was the wind blowing the fallout from Peenemunde out to sea or toward Poland rather than onto Greifswald. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
"No state of war as yet exists between the Greater German Reich Reich and the Race," Dornberger went on, "but we must show the Lizards that we are not to be intimidated by their threats and impositions. Accordingly, the and the Race," Dornberger went on, "but we must show the Lizards that we are not to be intimidated by their threats and impositions. Accordingly, the Reich Reich is now formally placed on a footing of is now formally placed on a footing of Kriegsgefahr. Kriegsgefahr. Because of this war danger order, the armed forces are being brought to a maximum alert-which is why you are here." Because of this war danger order, the armed forces are being brought to a maximum alert-which is why you are here."
It won"t happen right this minute, then, Drucker thought. Drucker thought. Thank G.o.d for so much. Thank G.o.d for so much. His wasn"t the only soft sigh of relief in the auditorium. His wasn"t the only soft sigh of relief in the auditorium.
"If the worst should befall, we shall not stand alone," General Dornberger said. "The governments of Hungary and Romania and Slovakia stand foursquare behind us, as loyal allies should. And we have also received an expression of support and best wishes from the British government."
That mixed good news and bad. Of course the allies stood by the Reich Reich: if they didn"t, they"d fall over, and in a hurry, too. If England really was supporting Germany, that was good news, very good indeed. The English were b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, but they were tough b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, no two ways about it.
But Dornberger hadn"t said a word about Finland and Sweden. What were they doing? Sitting on their hands, Sitting on their hands, Drucker thought. Drucker thought. Hoping that when the axe falls, it doesn"t land on their necks. Hoping that when the axe falls, it doesn"t land on their necks.
Sitting where they were, he might have done the same thing. That didn"t mean he was happy they were staying quiet-far from it. But they had a better chance of coming through an all-out exchange between the Race and the Reich Reich in one piece than a place like Greifswald did. in one piece than a place like Greifswald did. d.a.m.n them. d.a.m.n them.
"We are going to put as many men into s.p.a.ce as fast as we can," the commandant said. "Once up there, they will await orders or await developments. If we down here fall, they shall avenge us. Heil Heil-" He broke off, looking confused for a moment. He couldn"t say "Heil Himmler!" any more, and " Himmler!" any more, and "Heil the Committee of Eight!" sounded absurd. But he found a way around the difficulty: the Committee of Eight!" sounded absurd. But he found a way around the difficulty: "Heil "Heil the the Reich Reich!"
"Heil!" Along with everyone else in the hall, Drucker gave back the acclamation. And, no doubt along with everyone else, he wondered what would happen next. Along with everyone else in the hall, Drucker gave back the acclamation. And, no doubt along with everyone else, he wondered what would happen next.
The enormous roar of an A-45 blasting off penetrated the auditorium"s soundprooflng. Sure enough, the Reich Reich wasn"t wasting any time getting its pieces on the board so it could play them. Those upper stages wouldn"t do Germany any good if they got destroyed on the ground. wasn"t wasting any time getting its pieces on the board so it could play them. Those upper stages wouldn"t do Germany any good if they got destroyed on the ground.
"Have we got a schedule yet for who"s going into orbit when?" Drucker asked, hoping someone around him would know.
A couple of people said, "No." A couple of others laughed. Somebody remarked, "The way things are right now, we"re d.a.m.ned lucky we know which side we"re on." That brought a couple of more laughs, and told Drucker everything he needed to know. He wondered why everyone had been summoned so urgently if things were no better organized than this. We might as well be Frenchmen, We might as well be Frenchmen, he thought scornfully. he thought scornfully.
Major Neufeld pushed through the crowd toward him. General Dornberger"s adjutant looked dyspeptic even when he was happy. When he wasn"t, as now, he looked as if he belonged in the hospital. "Drucker!" he called urgently.
Drucker waved to show he"d heard. "What is it?" he asked. Whatever it was, he would have bet it wasn"t anything good. Had it been good, Neufeld would have left him alone to do his job, just as the dour major was doing with everyone else.
Sure enough, Neufeld said, "The commandant wants to see you in his office right this minute."
"Jawohl!" Drucker obeyed without asking why. That was the Army way. Asking why wouldn"t have done him any good, anyhow. He knew that only too well. Several people gave him curious looks as he left the auditorium. Hardly anyone knew why he"d had run-ins with higher-ups, but practically everyone knew that he"d had them. Drucker obeyed without asking why. That was the Army way. Asking why wouldn"t have done him any good, anyhow. He knew that only too well. Several people gave him curious looks as he left the auditorium. Hardly anyone knew why he"d had run-ins with higher-ups, but practically everyone knew that he"d had them.
"Reporting as ordered, sir," he said when he got to Dornberger"s office.
"Come in, Drucker." Walter Dornberger took a puff on one of the fat cigars he favored, then set it in the ashtray. "Sit down, if you care to."
"Thank you, sir." As Drucker sat, he wondered if the commandant was going to offer him a blindfold and a cigarette next. Dornberger was usually brusque. Today he seemed almost courtly. Drucker asked, "What"s up, sir?" He"d been asking that since he got to Peenemunde. If anyone knew, if anyone would tell him, the commandant was the man.
Dornberger picked up the cigar, looked at it, and set it down without putting it in his mouth. In conversational tones, he remarked, "I wish Field Marshal Manstein were as good a politician as he is a soldier."
"Do you?" Drucker asked, nothing at all in his voice. He didn"t need a road map to see where that led. "The SS is in charge of the Committee of Eight?"
"And the Party, and Goebbels" lapdogs," General Dornberger answered. "Manstein knows better than to provoke the Lizards, or I a.s.sume he does. This-this is madness. We can defend ourselves against the Race, yes, certainly. But win an offensive struggle? Anyone who has dealt with them knows better."
"Yes, sir," Drucker said. Why was the commandant telling him this? Most likely because no one in authority trusted him, which, in an odd sort of way, made him safe. "Anyone who"s been in s.p.a.ce knows what they"ve got up there, that"s for sure."
"Of course." Dornberger"s nod was jerky. "Yes. Of course. And that brings me to the main reason I called you here, Lieutenant Colonel. Changes in the alignment of the Committee of Eight affect more than the broad foreign policy of the Reich. Reich. I must tell you that you will not be allowed into s.p.a.ce during this crisis. I am sorry, but you are reckoned to be politically unreliable." I must tell you that you will not be allowed into s.p.a.ce during this crisis. I am sorry, but you are reckoned to be politically unreliable."
Drucker supposed he should have expected that, but it hit like a blow in the belly even so. Bitterly, he asked, "Why bother calling me here, then? I might as well have stayed at home with my family." We could all die together then, We could all die together then, ran through his mind. ran through his mind.
"Why? Because I am still working to get the restriction lifted. I know what a good man you are in s.p.a.ce, regardless of your troubles on the ground," Dornberger answered. "Meanwhile... You may be lucky, you know."
"If we"re all lucky, none of this will matter. We"d better be." Drucker got up and walked out without bothering to ask for permission. Normally, that was as close to lese majesty as made no difference. Today, General Dornberger said not a word.
"They are serious!" Vyacheslav Molotov sounded indignant. That, in its own way, was a prodigy. Andrei Gromyko knew as much. His s.h.a.ggy eyebrows twitched in astonishment. Molotov was so agitated, he hardly noticed. "The Germans are are serious, I tell you, Andrei Andreyevich." serious, I tell you, Andrei Andreyevich."
"So it would seem," the foreign commissar answered. "You already told them we wanted no part of this madness. Past that, what can we do?"
"Prepare as best we can to have the western regions of the Soviet Union devastated by radioactive fallout," Molotov answered. "Past that, we can do nothing. We are one of the four greatest powers on the face of the Earth and above it, and we can do nothing. Against stupidity the very G.o.ds themselves contend in vain."
From a convinced Marxist-Leninist, that was almost blasphemy. It was also a telling measure of Molotov"s agitation, perhaps even more telling than raising his voice. Gromyko understood as much. Nodding, he commented, "And it was a German who said those words. He knew his people all too well."
"Was it?" Molotov had long since forgotten the source of the quotation. "Well, whoever it was, we are about to watch all of Europe west of our border go into the fire, and the only thing we can do is stand back and watch."
Gromyko lit a cigarette. After a couple of meditative drags, he said, "We could go in on the side of the Reich. Reich. That is the only action we have available to us. The Lizards will not want our a.s.sistance." That is the only action we have available to us. The Lizards will not want our a.s.sistance."
"No, we would only ruin ourselves by joining the Germans. I can see that," Molotov said. "But, d.a.m.n it, we need the Reich. Reich. Can you imagine me saying such a thing? I can hardly imagine it, but it"s true. We need every single counterbalance to the Lizards we can find. Without the n.a.z.is, mankind is weaker." He grimaced, hating the words. Can you imagine me saying such a thing? I can hardly imagine it, but it"s true. We need every single counterbalance to the Lizards we can find. Without the n.a.z.is, mankind is weaker." He grimaced, hating the words.
"I agree with you, Vyacheslav Mikhailovich," Gromyko said. "Unfortunately."
"Yes, unfortunately," Molotov said. "I have sent certain operatives into Poland, to give us contacts with the human groups there. I do not know how much good that will do, or whether it can do anything to minimize the destruction war will bring, but I am making the effort." He had control of himself again. He hated giving way to alarm, but there was so much about which to be alarmed here.
"Let us hope it will help." Gromyko didn"t sound as if he thought it would. Molotov didn"t really think it would, either, but David Nussboym had volunteered for the mission, and Molotov let him go. He owed Nussboym a debt; without the Jewish NKVD man, Beria would surely have liquidated him before Marshal Zhukov put paid to the spymaster"s coup.
And, if the worst did happen in Poland, odds were that Nussboym wouldn"t come back to claim any more payments on that debt. Molotov made such calculations almost without conscious thought.
Gromyko said, "The Americans are concerned about this crisis, too. Do you suppose President Warren can get the Germans to see reason? The n.a.z.is do not automatically hate and disbelieve the United States, as they do with us."
"I have had consultations with the American amba.s.sador, but they were less satisfactory than I would have liked," Molotov answered. "I could be wrong, but I have the feeling the USA would not be sorry to see the Reich Reich removed from the scene. The Americans, of course, would suffer far less incidental damage from a conflict over Poland than would we." removed from the scene. The Americans, of course, would suffer far less incidental damage from a conflict over Poland than would we."
"They are shortsighted, though. Having the Reich Reich on the board strengthens all of humanity, as you said, Comrade General Secretary." Gromyko was not going to contradict his boss. Molotov remembered trembling when he"d had to try to steer Stalin away from a course whose danger was obvious to everyone but the Great Leader. Molotov knew he wasn"t so frightful as Stalin had been, but even so.... His foreign commissar sighed. "I don"t suppose they would be Americans if they were not shortsighted." on the board strengthens all of humanity, as you said, Comrade General Secretary." Gromyko was not going to contradict his boss. Molotov remembered trembling when he"d had to try to steer Stalin away from a course whose danger was obvious to everyone but the Great Leader. Molotov knew he wasn"t so frightful as Stalin had been, but even so.... His foreign commissar sighed. "I don"t suppose they would be Americans if they were not shortsighted."
"They also would not be Americans if they did not seek to profit from others" misfortunes," Molotov said. "Before the Lizards came, they were happy enough to send us aid against the n.a.z.is, but how many soldiers in American uniform did you see? None. We did the dying for them." As Stalin had, he remembered that, remembered and resented it. Like Stalin, he"d been unable to avenge it.
Gromyko said, "If the Americans will not act, if the n.a.z.is will not heed us, what about the Lizards themselves? Have they not warned the Reich Reich of the dangers inherent in its provocative course?" of the dangers inherent in its provocative course?"
"I am given to understand that they have," Molotov said. "But telling a German something and getting him to listen are two quite different things." He drummed his fingers on the polished wood desktop in front of him. "Do you suppose we might be able to suggest ways in which the Race might gain the n.a.z.is" attention?"
"I don"t know," Gromyko answered. "But at this point, what have we got to lose?"
Molotov considered. "Nothing whatever. We might even worm our way into the good graces of the Race. A good suggestion, if I say so myself. I shall arrange a meeting with Queek."
The ease with which he arranged the meeting told him the Lizards were grasping at straws, too. And the Polish interpreter for the Race"s amba.s.sador to the Soviet Union showed none of his usual toploftiness. Plainly, he was worried about what might happen to his homeland.
Queek gave forth with a series of hisses and pops and coughs. The interpreter turned them into rhythmic, Polish-accented Russian: "The amba.s.sador says he is grateful for your good offices, Comrade General Secretary, and welcomes any suggestions you have on how to keep this crisis from hatching into full-scale conflict."
"Tell him that the best way to make sure the Germans do not attack is to convince them they have no hope of winning," Molotov answered. "They do respect strength, if nothing else."
"That is not apparent in the present situation," Queek said. "We have repeatedly warned them what will happen if they attack Poland. They cannot help but know the strength at our command. And yet, to all appearances, they continue preparations to attack. I am baffled. The Race is baffled. If the Reich Reich breaks the truce that has held so long, we shall not be gentle." breaks the truce that has held so long, we shall not be gentle."
"I understand." Had Molotov been in Queek"s position, he would have said the same thing. But he wasn"t, and he didn"t like the position he was in. He went on, "My own concern is not least related to the damage a conflict over Poland will cause to the peace-loving people of the Soviet Union, who do not deserve to be sacrificed because of the folly of others."
Queek shrugged as if he were a man. "I am not responsible for the geography of Tosev 3," he said. "If your not-empire does not provoke us, we shall do it no direct harm. What we need to do to defeat and punish the Reich Reich, however, that, I a.s.sure you, we shall do."
Again, Molotov might have said the same thing in the same position. Again, he didn"t like hearing it. He cast about for ways to head off the catastrophe he saw looming ahead. Here, he did not feel the dialectic was operating on his side. The dialectic... He didn"t smile, but he felt like it. "Your amba.s.sador in Nuremberg might tell the Germans that we hope they do attack Poland, because we expect to profit from their overthrow at your hands."
"Why do you say this?" Even in his own language, which Molotov couldn"t understand, Queek sounded suspicious. The translation proved the Soviet leader had gauged the Lizard"s tone aright. The amba.s.sador went on, "I know that you and your not-empire love neither the Race nor the Reich Reich."
"No, we do not," Molotov agreed, glad he didn"t have to bother with hypocrisy here. "But a war would be almost as disastrous for us as for either side fighting, even if we are not directly involved. The Germans will not pay any attention to what we tell them, for they do not love us, either. But if they think we want them to do one thing, they might do the opposite to annoy us."
Before answering Molotov, Queek spoke back and forth with his interpreter in the language of the Race. Again, Molotov didn"t understand, but he could guess what was going on: the amba.s.sador wanted to know if the interpreter thought what he"d said was true. The Pole could damage the Soviet Union by saying no, but he would damage his own homeland worse.
Queek said, "Perhaps we shall try this. It cannot make things worse, and it may make them better. I thank you for the suggestion."
"I do it in my self-interest, not yours," Molotov said.
"I understand that," the Lizard replied. "Against the Reich, Reich, your self-interest and that of the Race coincide. You may rest a.s.sured, I also understand this is not the case in other areas where we impinge." your self-interest and that of the Race coincide. You may rest a.s.sured, I also understand this is not the case in other areas where we impinge."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Molotov said, lying through his teeth. "Our relations with the Race are correct in all regards."
Again, Queek and his interpreter conferred. " "Correct," I am given to understand, is a euphemism for "chilly," " the Lizard said at last. "This strikes me as an accurate summation. Before I go, I shall repay you for your a.s.sistance, however self-interested it may have been, by strongly suggesting that you should under no circ.u.mstances give the Chinese rebels an explosive-metal bomb. If they use one against us, you will be held responsible. Do you understand?"
"I do," Molotov said. "Since I had no intention of doing any such thing, the warning is pointless, but I accept it in the spirit in which it was offered." That sounded polite, and committed him to nothing.
After Queek and the interpreter left, Molotov stepped out of the office, too, by the side door that led to the changing room. There he took off his clothes and put on fresh ones brought in for the purpose. Only after he was sure he wasn"t bringing along any electronic hangers-on did he return to the office where he handled everything except meetings with the Race.