Four-Day Planet

Chapter 7

"This is Walter Boyd, returning you now to the regular entertainment program."

A second later, the thing whistled at me. As the car started down and the doors closed I lifted the handphone. It was Bish Ware again.

"We"re going down in the elevator to Second Level Down," I said. "I have Joe and Tom and Oscar Fujisawa and a few of the _Javelin_ crew with me. The place is crawling with cops now."

"Go to Third Level Down and get up on the catwalk on the right," Bish said. "I"ll be along to pick you up."

"Roger. We"ll be looking for you."

The car stopped at Second Level Down. I punched a b.u.t.ton and sent it down another level. Joe Kivelson, who was dabbing at his cheek with a piece of handkerchief tissue, wanted to know what was up.

"We"re getting a pickup," I told him. "Vehicle from the _Times_."

I thought it would save arguments if I didn"t mention who was bringing it.

6

ELEMENTARY, MY DEAR KIVELSON

Before we left the lighted elevator car, we took a quick nose count.

Besides the Kivelsons, there were five _Javelin_ men--Ramon Llewellyn, Abdullah Monnahan, Abe Clifford, Cesario Vieira, and a whitebeard named Piet Dumont. Al Devis had been with us when we crashed the door out of the meeting room, but he"d fallen by the way. We had a couple of flashlights, so, after sending the car down to Bottom Level, we picked our way up the zigzag iron stairs to the catwalk, under the seventy-foot ceiling, and sat down in the dark.

Joe Kivelson was fretting about what would happen to the rest of his men.

"Fine captain I am, running out and leaving them!"

"If they couldn"t keep up, that"s their tough luck," Oscar Fujisawa told him. "You brought out all you could. If you"d waited any longer, none of us would have gotten out."

"They won"t bother with them," I added. "You and Tom and Oscar, here, are the ones they want."

Joe was still letting himself be argued into thinking he had done the right thing when we saw the lights of a lorry coming from uptown at ceiling level. A moment later, it backed to the catwalk, and Bish Ware stuck his head out from the pilot"s seat.

"Where do you gentlemen wish to go?" he asked.

"To the _Javelin_," Joe said instantly.

"Huh-uh," Oscar disagreed. "That"s the first place they"ll look.

That"ll be all right for Ramon and the others, but if they catch you and Tom, they"ll shoot you and call it self-defense, or take you in and beat both of you to a jelly. This"ll blow over in fifteen or twenty hours, but I"m not going anywhere near my ship, now."

"Drop us off on Second Level Down, about Eighth Street and a couple of blocks from the docks," the mate, Llewellyn, said. "We"ll borrow some weapons from Patel the p.a.w.nbroker and then circulate around and see what"s going on. But you and Joe and Oscar had better go underground for a while."

"The _Times_," I said. "We have a whole pillar-building to ourselves; we could hide half the population."

That was decided upon. We all piled into the lorry, and Bish took it to an inconspicuous place on the Second Level and let down. Ramon Llewellyn and the others got out. Then we went up to Main City Level.

We pa.s.sed within a few blocks of Hunters" Hall. There was a lot of noise, but no shooting.

Joe Kivelson didn"t have anything to say, on the trip, but he kept looking at the pilot"s seat in perplexity and apprehension. I think he expected Bish to try to ram the lorry through every building we pa.s.sed by or over.

We found Dad in the editorial department on the top floor, feeding voice-tape to Julio while the latter made master sheets for teleprinting. I gave him a quick rundown on what had happened that he hadn"t gotten from my radio. Dad cluck-clucked in disapproval, either at my getting into a fight, a.s.saulting an officer, or, literally, throwing money away.

Bish Ware seemed a little troubled. "I think," he said, "that I shall make a circuit of my diocese, and see what can be learned from my devoted flock. Should I turn up anything significant, I will call it in."

With that, he went tottering over to the elevator, stumbling on the way and making an unepiscopal remark. I watched him, and then turned to Dad.

"Did he have anything to drink after I left?" I asked.

"Nothing but about five cups of coffee."

I mentally marked that: _Add oddities, Bish Ware._ He"d been at least four hours without liquor, and he was walking as unsteadily as when I"d first seen him at the s.p.a.ceport. I didn"t know any kind of liquor that would persist like that.

Julio had at least an hour"s tape to transcribe, so Dad and Joe and Tom and Oscar and I went to the living room on the floor below. Joe was still being bewildered about Bish Ware.

"How"d he manage to come for us?" he wanted to know.

"Why, he was here with me all evening," Dad said. "He came from the s.p.a.ceport with Walt and Tom, and had dinner with us. He called a few people from here, and found out about the fake riot and police raid Ravick had cooked up. You"d be surprised at how much information he can pick up around town."

Joe looked at his son, alarmed.

"Hey! You let him see--" he began.

"The wax on Bottom Level, in the Fourth Ward?" I asked. "He won"t blab about that. He doesn"t blab things where they oughtn"t be blabbed."

"That"s right," Dad backed me up. He was beginning to think of Bish as one of the _Times_ staff, now. "We got a lot of tips from him, but nothing we give him gets out." He got his pipe lit again. "What about that wax, Joe?" he asked. "Were you serious when you made that motion about a price of seventy-five centisols?"

"I sure was!" Joe declared. "That"s the real price, and always has been, and that"s what we get or Kapstaad doesn"t get any more wax."

"If Murell can top it, maybe Kapstaad won"t get any more wax, period,"

I said. "Who"s he with--Interstellar Import-Export?"

Anybody would have thought a barbwire worm had crawled onto Joe Kivelson"s chair seat under him.

"Where"d you hear that?" he demanded, which is the Galaxy"s silliest question to ask any newsman. "Tom, if you"ve been talking--"

"He hasn"t," I said. "He didn"t need to. It sticks out a pa.r.s.ec in all directions." I mentioned some of the things I"d noticed while interviewing Murell, and his behavior after leaving the ship. "Even before I"d talked to him, I wondered why Tom was so anxious to get aboard with me. He didn"t know we"d arranged to put Murell up here; he was going to take him to see that wax, and then take him to the _Javelin_. You were going to produce him at the meeting and have him bid against Belsher, only that tread-snail fouled your lines for you.

So then you thought you had to stall off a new contract till he got out of the hospital."

The two Kivelsons and Oscar Fujisawa were looking at one another; Joe and Tom in consternation, and Oscar in derision of both of them. I was feeling pretty good. Brother, I thought, Sherlock Holmes never did better, himself.

That, all of a sudden, reminded me of Dr. John Watson, whom Bish perceived to have been in Afghanistan. That was one thing Sherlock H.

Boyd hadn"t deduced any answers for. Well, give me a little more time.

And more data.

"You got it all figured out, haven"t you?" Joe was asking sarcastically. The sarcasm was as hollow as an empty oil drum.

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