"Look, Phelps," I snapped, deliberately omitting his t.i.tle which I knew would bite a little, "I don"t like your personal politics and I deplore your methods. You can"t go on playing this way--"
"Young man, you err," he said quietly. He did not even look nettled that I"d addressed him in impolite (if not rough) terms. "May I point out that I am far ahead of your game? Thoroughly outnumbered, and in ignorance of the counter-movement against me until you so vigorously brought it to my attention; within a year I have fought the counter-movement to a standstill, caused the dispers.e.m.e.nt of their main forces, ruined their far-flung lines of communication, and have so consolidated my position that I have now made open capture of the main roving factor. The latter is you, young man. A very disturbing influence and so very necessary to the conduct of this private war. You prate of my att.i.tude, Mr. Cornell. You claim that such an att.i.tude must be defeated. Yet as you stand there mouthing plat.i.tudes, we are preparing to make a frontal a.s.sault upon their main base at Homestead. We"ve waged our war of attrition; a mere spearhead will break them and scatter them to the far winds."
"Nice lecture," I grunted. "Who are your writers?"
"Let"s not attempt sarcasm," he said crisply. "It sits ill upon you, Mr.
Cornell."
"I"d like to sit on you," I snapped.
"Your humor is less tolerable than your sarcasm."
"Can it!" I snapped. "So you"ve collected me. I"ll still--"
"You"ll do very little, Mr. Cornell," he told me. "Your determination to attack us tooth and nail was an excellent program, and with another type of person it might have worked. But I happen to know that your will to live is very great, young man, and that in the final blow, you"d not have the will to die great enough to carry your a.s.sault to its completion."
"Know a lot, don"t you."
"Yes, indeed I do. So now if you"re through trying to fence at words, we"ll go to your quarters."
"Lead on," I said in a hollow voice.
With an air of stage-type politeness, he indicated a door. He showed me out and followed me. He steered me to a big limousine with a chauffeur and offered me cigarettes from a box on the arm rest as the driver started the turbine. The car purred with that muted sound of well-leashed power.
"You could be of inestimable value to us," he said in a conversational tone. "I am talking this way to you because you can be of much more value as a willing ally than you would be if unwilling."
"No doubt," I replied dryly.
"I suggest you set aside your preconceived notions and employ a modic.u.m of practical logic," suggested Scholar Phelps. "Observe your position from a slightly different reign of vantage. Be convinced that no matter what you do or say, we intend to make use of you to the best of our ability. You are not entertaining any doubts of that fact, I"m sure."
I shrugged. Phelps was not asking me these things, the inquisitor was actually telling me. He went right on telling me:
"Since you will be used no matter what, you might consider the advisability of being sensible, Mr. Cornell. In blunt words, we are prepared to meet cooperation with certain benefits which will not be proffered otherwise."
"In blunter words you are offering to hire me."
Scholar Phelps smiled in a superior manner. "Not that blunt, Mr.
Cornell, not that crude. The term "hire" implies the performance of certain tasks in return for stipulated remuneration. No, my intention is to give you a position in this organization the exact terms of which are not clearly definable. Look, young man, I"ve indicated that your willing cooperation is more valuable to us than otherwise. Join us and you will enjoy the freedom of our most valued and trusted members; you will take part in upper level planning; you will enjoy the income and advantages of top executive personnel." He stopped short and eyed me with a peculiar expression. "Mr. Cornell, you have the most disconcerting way.
You"ve actually caused me to talk as if this organization were some sort of big business instead of a cultural unit."
I eyed him with the first bit of humor I"d found in many days. "You seem to talk just as though a cultural unit were set above, beyond, and spiritually divorced from anything so sordid as money, position, and the human equivalent of the barnyard pecking order," I told him. "So now let"s stop goofing off, and put it into simple terms. You want me to join you willingly, to do your job for you, to advance your program. In return for which I shall be permitted to ride in the solid gold cadillac, quaff rare champagne, and select my own office furniture.
Isn"t that about it?"
Scholar Phelps smiled, using a benign expression that indicated that he was pleased with himself, but which had absolutely nothing to do with his att.i.tude towards me or any of the rest of the human race.
"Mr. Cornell, I am well aware of the time it may take for a man to effect a change in his att.i.tude. In fact, I would be very suspicious if you were to make an abrupt reversal. However, I have outlined my position and you may have time to think it over. Consider, at the very least, the fact that while cooperation will bring you pleasure and non-cooperation will bring you pain, the ultimate result will be that we will make use of your ability in either case. Now--I will say no more for the present."
The limousine had stopped in front of a four story brick building that was only slightly different in general architecture than others in the Medical Center. I could sense some slight difference, but when I took a dig at the interior I found to my amazement that this building had been built deliberately in a dead zone. The dead area stood up in the clarity like a little blob of black ink at the bottom of a crystal clear swimming pool, seen just before the ink began to diffuse.
Scholar Phelps saw my look of puzzlement and said, suavely, "We"ve reversed the usual method of keeping unwilling guests. Here we know their frame of mind and att.i.tude; therefore to build the place in a dead area keeps them from plotting among themselves. I trust that your residence herein will be only temporary, Mr. Cornell."
I nodded glumly. I was facing those last and final words: _Or Else!_
Phelps signed a register at a guard"s station in the lobby. We took a very fast and efficient elevator to the third floor and Phelps escorted me along a hallway that was lined with doors, dormitory style. In the eye-level center of each door was a bull"s eye that looked like one-way gla.s.s and undoubtedly was. I itched to take a look, but Phelps was not having any; he stopped my single step with a hand on my arm.
"This way," he said smoothly.
I went this way and was finally shown into one of the rooms. My nice clean cell away from home.
XXIV
As soon as Phelps was gone, I took a careful look at my new living quarters. The room itself was about fourteen by eighteen, but the end in which I was confined was only fourteen by ten, the other eight feet of end being barred off by a very efficient-looking set of heavy metal rods and equally strong cross-girdering. There was a sliding door that fit in place as nicely as the door to a bank vault; it was locked by heavy keeper-bars that slid up from the floor and down from the ceiling and they were actuated by hidden motors. In the barrier was a flat horizontal slot wide enough to take a tray and high enough to pa.s.s a teacup. The bottom of this slot was flush with a small table that extended through the barrier by a couple of feet on both sides so that a tray could be set down on the outside and slipped in.
I tested the bars with my hands, but even my new set of muscles wouldn"t flex them more than a few thousandths of an inch.
The walls were steel. All I got as I tried them was a set of paint-clogged fingernails. The floor was also steel. The ceiling was a bit too high for me to tackle, but I a.s.sumed that it, too, was steel.
The window was barred from the inside, undoubtedly so that any visitor from the outside could not catch on to the fact that this building was a private calaboose.
The--er--furnishings of this cold storage bin were meager of minimum requirements. A washstand and toilet. A bunk made of metal girders welded to the floor. The bedding rested on wide resilient straps fixed to the cross-bars at top and bottom of the bed. A foam-rubber mattress, sheets, and one blanket finished off the bed.
It was a cell designed by Mekstroms to contain Mekstroms and by wiseacres to contain other wiseacres. The non-metallic parts of the room were, of course, fireproof. Anything I could get hold of was totally useless as a weapon or lever or tool; anything that might have been useful to a prisoner was welded down.
Having given up in the escape department, I sat on my bunk and lit a cigarette. I looked for tell-tales, and found a television lens set above the door of the room eight feet outside of my steel barrier.
Beside the lens was a speaker grille and a smaller opening that looked like a microphone dust cover.
With a grunt, I flipped my cigarette at the television lens. I hit just above the hole, missing it by about an inch. Immediately a tinny-sounding voice said,
"That is not permitted, Mr. Cornell. You are expected to maintain some degree of personal cleanliness. Since you cannot pick up that cigarette b.u.t.t, you have placed an unwelcome task upon our personnel. One more infraction of this nature and you will not be permitted the luxury of smoking."
"Go to the devil!" I snapped.
There was no reply. Not even a haughty chuckle. The silence was worse than any reply because it pointed out the absolute superiority of their position.
Eventually I dozed off, there being nothing else to do. When I awoke they"d shoved a tray of food in on my table. I ate unenthusiastically. I dozed again, during which time someone removed the tray. When I woke up the second time it was night and time to go to bed, so I went. I woke up in the morning to see a burly guy enter with a tray of breakfast. I attempted to engage him in light conversation but he did not even let on that I was in the cell. Later he removed the tray as silently as he"d brought it, and I was left with another four hours of utter boredom until the same bird returned with a light lunch. Six hours after lunch came a slightly more substantial dinner, but no talk.
By bedtime the second night I was getting stir-crazy.
I hit the sack at about nine thirty, and tossed and turned, unable to drop off because I was not actually tired. I was also wondering when they"d come around with their brain-washing crew, or maybe someone who"d enter with an ultimatum.
On the following morning, the tray-bearer was Dr. Thornd.y.k.e, who sat on the chair on the outside of my bars and looked at me silently. I tried giving him stare for stare, but eventually I gave up and said, "So now where do we go?"
"Cornell, you"re in a bad spot of your own making."
"Could be," I admitted.