"Don"t follow," I grunted. "As you say, I"m no medical person."
"Alive, your hair grows and must be cut. You shave and trim off beard.
Your fingernails are pared. Now and then you lose a small bit of hide or a few milliliters of blood. These are things that, when injected under the skin of a normal human, makes them Mekstrom. Dead, your ground up body would not provide much substance."
"Pleasant prospect," I growled. "So what do I do to avert this future?"
"Steve, I don"t know. I"ve done what I can for you. I"ve effected the cure and I"ve done it in safety; you"re still Steve Cornell."
XXII
"Look," I blurted with a sudden rush of brain to the head, "If I"m so all-fired important to both sides, how come you managed to sequester me for four months?"
"We do have the laws of privacy," said Farrow simply. "Which neither side can afford to flout overtly. Furthermore, since neither side really knew where you were, they"ve been busily prowling one another"s camps and locking up the prowlers from one another"s camps, and playing spy and counterspy and counter-counterspy, and generally piling it up pyramid-wise," she finished with a chuckle. "You got away with following that letter to Catherine because uppermost in your mind was the brain of a lover hunting down his missing sweetheart. No one could go looking for Steve Cornell, Mekstrom Carrier, for reasons not intrinsically private."
"For four months?" I asked, still incredulous.
"Well, one of the angles is that both sides knew you were immobilized somewhere, going through this cure. Having you a full Mekstrom is something that both sides want. So they"ve been willing to have you cured."
"So long as someone does the work, huh?"
"Right," she said seriously.
"Well, then," I said with a grim smile, "the obvious thing for me to do is to slink quietly into New Washington and to seek out some high official in secrecy. I"ll put my story and facts into his hands, make him a Mekstrom, have him cured, and then we"ll set up an agency to provide the general public with--"
"Steve, you"re an engineer. I presume you"ve studied mathematics. So let"s a.s.sume that you can--er--bite one person every ten seconds."
"That"s six persons per minute; three-sixty per hour; and, ah, eighty-six-forty per day. With one hundred and sixty million Americans at the last census--um. Sixty years without sleep. I see what you mean."
"Not only that, Steve, but it would create a panic, if not a global war.
Make an announcement like that, and certain of our not-too-friendly neighbors would demand their shares or else. So now add up your time to take care of about three billion human souls on this Earth, Steve."
"All right. So I"ll forget that c.o.c.keyed notion. But still, the Government should know--"
"If we could be absolutely certain that every elected official is a sensible, honest man, we could," said Farrow. "The trouble is that we"ve got enough demagogues, publicity hounds, and rabble-rousers to make the secret impossible to keep."
I couldn"t argue against that. Farrow was right. Not only that, but Government found it hard enough to function in this world of Rhine Inst.i.tute with honest secrets.
"Okay, then," I said. "The only thing to do is to go back to Homestead, Texas, throw my aid to the Highways in Hiding, and see what we can do to provide the Earth with some more sensible method of inoculation. I obviously cannot go around biting people for the rest of my life."
"I guess that"s it, Steve."
I looked at her. "I"ll have to borrow your car."
"It"s yours."
"You"ll be all right?"
She nodded. "Eventually I"ll be a way station on the Highways, I suppose. Can you make it alone, Steve? Or would you rather wait until my parents are cured? You could still use a telepath, you know."
"Think it"s safe for me to wait?"
"It"s been four months. Another week or two--?"
"All right. And in the meantime I"ll practice getting along with this new body of mine."
We left it there. I roamed the house with Farrow, helping her with her parents. I gradually learned how to control the power of my new muscles; learned how to walk among normal people without causing their attention; and one day succeeded in shaking hands with a storekeeper without giving away my secret.
Eventually Nurse Farrow"s parents came out of their treatment and we spent another couple of days with them.
We left them too soon, I"m sure, but they seemed willing that we take off. They"d set up a telephone system for getting supplies so that they"d not have to go into town until they learned how to handle their bodies properly, and Farrow admitted that there was little more that we could do.
So we took off because we all knew that time was running out. Even though both sides had left us alone while I was immobilized, both sides must have a time-table good enough to predict my eventual cure. In fact, as I think about it now, both sides must have been waiting along the outer edges of some theoretical area waiting for me to emerge, since they couldn"t come plowing in without giving away their purpose.
So we left in Farrow"s car and once more hit the big broad road.
We drove towards Texas until we came upon a Highway, and then turned along it looking for a way station. I wanted to get in touch with the Highways. I wanted close communication with the Harrisons and the rest of them, no matter what. Eventually we came upon a Sign with a missing spoke and turned in.
The side road wound in and out, leading us back from the Highway towards the conventional dead area. The house was a white structure among a light thicket of trees, and as we came close to it, we met a man busily tilling the soil with a tractor plow.
Farrow stopped her car. I leaned out and started to call, but something stopped me.
"He is no Mekstrom, Steve," said Farrow in a whisper.
"But this is a way station, according to the road sign."
"I know. But it isn"t, according to him. He doesn"t know any more about Mekstrom"s Disease than you did before you met Catherine."
"Then what the devil is wrong?"
"I don"t know. He"s perceptive, but not too well trained. Name"s William Carroll. Let me do the talking, I"ll drop leading remarks for you to pick up."
The man came over amiably. "Looking for someone?" he asked cheerfully.
"Why, yes," said Gloria. "We"re sort of mildly acquainted with the--Mannheims who used to live here. Sort of friends of friends of theirs, just dropped by to say h.e.l.lo, sort of," she went on, covering up the fact that she"d picked the name of the former occupant out of his mind.
"The Mannheims moved about two months ago," he said. "Sold the place to us--we got a bargain. Don"t really know, of course, but the story is that one of them had to move for his health."
"Too bad. Know where they went?"
"No," said Carroll regretfully. "They seem to have a lot of friends.
Always stopping by, but I can"t help "em any."
#So they moved so fast that they couldn"t even change their Highway Sign?# I thought worriedly.