Now all he could do was to hold his breath and hope that the leader would take time out for a glance into this tunnel before deciding to go on. If anybody leaned out and looked down the side of the steps, he would see Barney in the light of the closest bulb.
Doc had submerged also and swam the few feet necessary to get to the bottom of the well.
Here he placed one hand on the ceiling next to the lip of the shaft and waited. He hoped the bleeding would slow down enough so the men would not notice that the waters were reddened.
And he hoped the enemy would not loiter in that corridor. Normally, he could hold his breath for fifteen minutes if he hyperventilated for thirty minutes (the official world"s record was 13 minutes, 42.5 seconds). But he had no time to hyperventilate and he was too weakened to hold his breath for much more than two minutes.Fortunately, the lighting was such that the men above cast their shadows over the well as they pa.s.sed on its right. He counted ten and swam up with all his strength as the last shadow pa.s.sed.
He came out of the shaft without making any noise and pulled himself with one fluid motion onto the floor. The water was then a foot and a half high and the splashing made by the men drowned out any noise he made. He stood up and quickly approached the rear man whose eyes were straight ahead. He hit him in the back of the neck and caught the rifle as it fell. By then Barney was coming down the hall behind him, and he threw the rifle to him and then waded up and knocked out the next man.
He did not fire at once. He waited until the lead man got to the corner and he saw Pauncho"s long thick arm reach out and grab the rifle and pluck it out of the man"s hands. The stock of the rifle, reversed, caught the man under the chin, and he went down.
Doc called, "Freeze!"
Pauncho stuck the barrel of the rifle around the corner and said, "Don"t move!"
The shock held the others in its grip long enough for them to see that they could only die if they tried to resist. They dropped their rifles into the water and put their hands, slowly, behind their necks.
Pauncho stepped out from the corner and said, "You there!" indicating the man now at the head of the line. "Drop your belt! Slowly! Then get the nose plugs of this guy!" He tilted his head to indicate the man he had knocked out. This one lay face down on the floor, covered entirely by the water. He had drowned, but he would have drowned in any event, since Pauncho was taking his breathers away from him. Three men had to be sacrificed. The survivors could consider themselves lucky that they had had the right positions in the line.
While Barney kept the rifle on the men, Doc felt through the pockets of the two men he had knocked out, who had also drowned. He came up with the plugs and handed two to Barney. The enemy were dropping their belts, which held knives and pistols and bullets, into the water. At Pauncho"s command, they completely undressed.
One of the men carried a medical kit. Doc opened this and popped hemenerogen tablets into his mouth. Barney swallowed some, and one man carried some to Pauncho and then returned to his place in line. There were also ointments and some pseudoprotein dressings which Doc and Pauncho applied while Barney held his rifle on the prisoners. Both immediately felt better though far from being in one hundred percent good health.
While they were doing this, the water had risen three inches.
Doc Caliban explained to the prisoners what they would have to do if they wanted to survive. They did not like the idea, but a gush of smoke and a steady rise in the air temperature comvinced them that they had no other choice.
Caliban removed the ammunition from the rifles and gave one to each man. They went back to the entranceway and down the steps, shivering at the coldness of the water. The only clothing they wore were the blacklight projectors and the goggles around their necks in case they came to dark tunnels. Their captors wore only belts with sheathed knives, and they carried rifles.
The three stayed behind the seven men, who moved through the water, swimming with one hand while they held the rifles against their bellies and at right angle to the longitudinal axis of their bodies. This made for slow swimming, but it also made for safe swimming, as they found out. On the last level down, a section of the wall slid out, displacing much water as the first four men went by. Three of the rifles caught as they were supposed to do; the fourth was dropped as the man swam away in a panic. The movement of the block had been impeded by the water and the displacement of the water had warned the defenders.
There was no other incident. They reached the chamber where they had entered. By then, they were all so numb that they could hardly feel anything with their hands. Their strength was spurting out swiftly.
Doc Caliban had told his colleagues what to expect while they were getting ready to ambush the enemy. He gestured at them to make ready, and he swam to him and clung to the pipe protruding from the wall. He hoped that the ma.s.sive wall of stone would slide back; the pressureof the water was immense against it. It was true that Iwaldi and his party had probably gone through this way. But they would have done so when the pressure was much less.
He turned the valve. The screaking of the stone against stone was shrill in the water. It hurt their ears. But the wall was moving slowly to the right, and then they felt the current as the water began to spurt out of the opening. The current became stronger as the opening widened. Doc clung to the valve until, seeing that the exit was now broad enough, he tapped the others on the shoulders. He let loose and was swept toward the opening, sc.r.a.ped against the edge of the still moving wall, and was shot out into the mountainside. Pauncho and Barney were close behind him.
The others had become momentarily jammed in the opening when it was only two feet wide.
Then, as the wall withdrew, one went out and the others had followed. Since they had not come in this way, they did not know what to expect. They went out across the ledge and were carried over the edge and down the mountainside. This was not so steep that they were in a free fall, but the slope was rough with rocks where it was not muddy.
Caliban and his friends straightened themselves out, letting the current shoot them across the stone ledge and on down the incline. They became their own toboggans, though not without loss of more skin on their backs. The pseudoprotein that Doc had spread over his back was torn loose again, and the agony in his back would have been worse if he had not been so anesthetized by the icy water.
They managed to stop themselves by grabbing hold of bushes about forty feet down the slope.
Though the water struck them hard, they held on, half-drowned and almost completely frozen.
Then, frighteningly, they began to slide on down even though they kept their grips on the branches. The earth had become loosened under the pressure of the water and was now moving.
Below them came yells as their seven predecessors saw the large ma.s.s sludging above them.
These men had managed to stand up, even though the water was up to their knees and threatening to knock them down and roll them for another bruising, banging slide. Now, seeing what looked like the beginning of an avalanche, they tried to run away. Their feet slid out, and they were carried away by the water and the loose mud under them.
They did not, however, go far. About forty feet further, a ledge stopped them, and they managed to grab bushes. A moment later, they screamed as the cliff of mud and rocks and bushes bearing Caliban and his aides flowed around them and then began to cover them up.
Suddenly, the flow of water became a trickle. The wall of stone had shut, and the water was penned up in the mountain again.
The seven, half-buried, struggled to pull themselves free. Caliban and his colleagues, shivering with the cold and with repugnance, took out their knives and did what had to be done.
They could not afford to let the Nine know that they were here and that they had gotten free.
Just before dawn three men, covered with dried mud and nothing else, walked into the side door. n.o.body saw them, which was fortunate, because the police would have been called. The three found themselves locked out, but the biggest rammed the heel of his bare foot against the door, and it flew inward with a crash. They entered, showered, shaved, ordered food sent up, dressed, and the apish-looking man went down to pay the bill. The clerk was surprised that his ugly guest no longer wore a moustache, and he noted several other lost characteristics. But he said nothing except the customary pleasantries.
The three drove off with Barney, in the back seat, operating the shortwave set.
"Trish says that Lady Grandrith has disappeared," Barney said. "She tried to phone her, didn"t get an answer, and went over to see for herself if anything was wrong. She saw two suspicious- looking characters hanging around and went in the back way. A guy tried to knife her on the second floor; she broke his arm and stuck his own knife in his ribs; but he got away.
Clio wasn"t in her room. She hadn"t packed; so if she took off it was in a hurry. Trish"ll keep trying to get into contact with her."
Doc Caliban took the microphone and said, "Trish! We"ll let you know, in the usual way, when we"ve arrived. But you send a message to Grandrith. Tell him to come to Salisbury by way of Bournemouth. Make the arrangements; we"ll have somebody meet him if he can make it. Tellhim the Nine will be at Stonehenge. If he can get there, he should do so by all means. The end of the world may come if Iwaldi isn"t stopped."
Trish had a husky voice that sent delicious chills up a man"s spine. "O.K., Doc. I gave my love to Barney. Tell that big ape Pauncho I love him-like a sister. Please hurry. It"s so lonely, especially since Clio disappeared. We didn"t see each other, but we did have phone conversations now and then."
"We"ll be there soon. So long," Doc said, and handed the microphone back to Barney.
"That"s the first time I ever heard Trish complain," Barney said. "The tension is really getting her down. But then she"s been through so much for so long. Ever since that nut that thought he was Tarzan kidnapped her. Things have been coming one after the other, like bad news was an endless snake, a Midgard serpent."
Barney put on a fake beard and thick gla.s.ses and took over the driving while Pauncho and Caliban crouched down on the floor after covering themselves with blankets. Barney drove through Karlskopf slowly. If there were any agents of the Nine here, they would see only a hairy-faced old man who looked as if he taught philosophy at the University of Heidelberg.
Moreover, the license plates on the Benz had been changed, so that if the agents knew the old number, they would see at a glance that this could not be Caliban"s car.
Once out of Karlskopf, the two got up off the floor. Barney kept on driving, headed toward Kieselsfuss, a small town which had an airstrip nearby.
The following day, three men met near Charing Cross station. Each had come in on a separate airliner, twenty minutes apart. Each was disguised. They took the taxi to Marylebone Borough, went past the building where Clio Cloamby, Lady Grandrith, had a room, and stopped outside another building six blocks away. They were confident that they had not been tailed. They removed their suitcases and went into the building. After the taxi had left, they came out, walked two blocks, flagged down another taxi, and drove off to an apartment on Portobello Road. They were admitted by the doorman, who had been told to expect them, went up the elevator to the third floor, and knocked on Trish"s door. She opened it and was in Doc"s arms and kissing him, though complaining about the bristly salt-and-pepper moustache he was wearing.
"I don"t have one," Pauncho said. "Here, give us a kiss."
"Both of you?" Trish said, turning and grabbing Pauncho around the neck.
"Yeah, I"m man enough to make two," Pauncho said.
"Two gorillas, maybe," Barney said. "Kiss me first, Trish. I come in second to no Pan satyrus.
And speaking of pans, did you ever see an uglier one?"
"You two remind me so much of your fathers!" Trish said. She hugged and kissed them both and a few tears ran down her cheeks. "It"s almost like having them back again!"
Barney and Pauncho did not look too pleased, though they knew that Trish meant nothing derogatory. Also, it was still difficult for them to realize that Patricia Wilde, though she looked a fresh twenty-five, had been born in 1911 and that their fathers had courted her.
Doc and the others began to remove their disguises. In a short time, they would put on others, and Trish would become a blue-eyed ash blonde, concealing her bronzish yellow-flecked eyes and deep metallic auburn hair, so much like her cousin"s.
"Well, at least you don"t have to conceal that superb build!" Pauncho said, as she put on a Kelly green miniskirt. "And them legs! Whoo! Whoo!" He blew her a kiss. "I"m sure glad you didn"t inherit the Grandrith muscles! "
"I did," she said. "But their quality, not their quant.i.ty, as you well know, you big orangutang.
Just don"t ever get fresh with me again, unless I tell you you can.
Barney grinned when Pauncho blushed. Pauncho had been high on something-vodka, which he loved on the rocks or rum-soaked pot, which he also loved, or maybe both-when he had lost his inhibitions about Trish and tried to make love to her. Trish had been in a bad mood that night -she and Doc had had an argument-and she had thrown Pauncho"s three hundred and twenty pounds over her back and halfway across the room. Pauncho had acted as Krazy Kat does when Ignatz Mouse brains her with a brick, that is, as if violence and pain expressed deepest love. He had come back for more and gotten it, this time knocking plaster off the wall with his head as he sailed through the air for a short distance."Don"t look so sheepish," Trish said. "You know I love you," and she slapped him on the back. Pauncho leaped into the air, bellowing with pain. Barney laughed so hard he fell on the floor. Doc had taken off his shirt and undershirt, revealing the patches of pseudoprotein on his back and chest. He smiled slightly and said, "Take it easy when you touch us, Trish."
An hour later, the first one left the building. No one who had seen any of them enter would have recognized them, though the simian body and features of Pauncho and the giant body of Caliban were difficult to disguise. Doc, however, was a bent-over old man with the palsy, and Pauncho looked like a fat middle-aged man with definitely feminine characteristics. Barney wore a waxed handlebar moustache and very long sideburns. His eyes bulged out as if he had goiter disease. Trish was a blonde with a big nose and big ears.
None of their disguises were designed to make them merge into the woodwork. They did not care if they were noticed as long as they were not recognized. They left at intervals of ten minutes apart and took taxis to Charing Cross station. They went into the restrooms and when they emerged they had shed their former disguises. Now Doc was a big American mulatto tourist with a camera hung from his neck. Pauncho was a rather brutal-looking turbaned Sikh.
Barney was a racetrack toff. It hurt him to dress so flashily, since he had inherited his father"s delight in sartorial elegance. Trish was a bulkybodied, wattle-chinned, dowdily dressed, middle- aged woman with messy gray hair.
As she pa.s.sed Doc, she said, "Called Clio. No answer."
Doc Caliban took a taxi to a rental car agency and, using the forged papers and credit cards, rented an automobile under the name of Mr. Joshua King. He drove away, picked up the others one by one at different places and then drove into a large warehouse. A man wheeled several large boxes on a cart out of an office. Doc gave him some money after the boxes were loaded into the trunk of the big Cadillac.
Mr. Sargent was a tall, thin, heavily moustached, middle-aged man. He had once been one of the best safecrackers in the world, operating in the States and England. Doc had caught him one night when he was trying to open a safe in Doc"s laboratory in the Empire State Building. Doc had taken him to the Lake George sanatorium after finding out who had hired him. He had performed the usual operation, implanting a microcircuit in his brain and then putting him through a series of hypnotic treatments. The man was unable thereafter to crack safes, even under legitimate circ.u.mstances. He got a job as a salesman for burglar alarm systems and seemed well on the way to being a completely honest citizen. But, as had happened more than once before, the ex-criminal backslid. Not into his former profession. That was forever barred to him. Sargent became a dope addict and a pusher. To raise money for his habit, he became a lowly stickup man.
Doc Caliban heard about him and again sent him to his sanatorium. He cured him of his dope habit and gave him more hypnotic treatments. Sargent went to England to work as manager of a warehouse which Caliban owned in London. (Caliban owned businesses all over the world.) He was one of Doc"s most trusted agents. He had done much for Caliban when Caliban was in the Nine but the Nine did not know of his existence (as far as Doc knew).
Sargent was also the last man on whom Doc had ever operated to change his criminal ways. It was just too discouraging to implant a repulsion against one form of criminality only to have the man take up another. Or, sometimes, to go insane from, apparently, a subconscious conflict.
Sargent pulled an envelope from his coat pocket and handed it to Caliban. "Gilligan not only saw them getting off an airliner, he took their photos," he said.
Doc opened the envelope. Pauncho, looking over his broad shoulder, said, "Cobbs! And Barbara!"
Trish looked over Doc"s shoulder, too. "No wonder you said she was so beautiful! Makes me jealous just to look at her! "
"She looks a lot like you," Pauncho said. "That"s why I flipped over her."
"I heard him say he"d leave anybody, even you, for her," Barney said.
"You should"ve been a lawyer like your father," Pauncho snarled. "The truth is not in you."
Doc turned the photo over. On the back was the address of a Carlton House Terrace mansion.
"They left yesterday, late last night," Sargent said. "Crothers didn"t know where. He asked around but the servants were mum.""Salisbury," Caliban said.
A minute later, the four drove out with Caliban at the wheel. The trip was mainly occupied with telling Trish what had happened at Gramzdorf and with Doc going over their plans for Stonehenge. Pauncho kept coming back to Barbara Villiers as if he could not believe that she could be guilty of collaboration with Iwaldi.
"That Cobbs cat, yeah, he"s pretty oily I could believe it of him. But that Barbara, she"s just too beautiful to be anything other than an angel. Besides, Doc, you haven"t got any real proof! Maybe Iwaldi is forcing them to help him. They know what he"s capable of; they don"t want to be tortured."
"They could go to the police," Trish said.
"A man with Iwaldi"s connections and organization could get them, police protection or not,"
Barney said.
"I had Sargent check them out at the university," Caliban said. "A Villiers and a Cobbs are on leave from the archeology department. Their photos resemble those of the Cobbs and Villiers we know. But they"re not the same. And the university said they"re supposed to be digging in Austria, not Germany.
"What do you make of that?" Pauncho said. He did not ask Caliban if he was sure. Caliban never made a statement unless he was sure or he had defined it as speculation.
An hour later, they pulled into a farm off the highway and drove the Cadillac into the barn.
Leaving by the back door, they went down a tree-covered path to a small hangar on the edge of a meadow. The two men here a.s.sured Caliban that the plane was ready.
On the way, they disguised themselves again. Doc was an English businessman with brown hair and eyes, a crooked nose, and a walrus moustache. Trish became a housewife with a more conservative miniskirt. Barney and Pauncho became informally dressed Americans.
Forty miles from the southern coast, the gray day suddenly became gray night. The plane flew into a dense fog, and from then on it was on instruments. They circled a while above the airport at Salisbury and then made a perfect landing.
"How long has this fog been here, Doc?" Trish said.
"Since two days ago. It"s extraordinary for it to go so far inland for so long. The papers have been full of stories of letters from cranks who insist that a coven of witches near Amesbury are responsible for it. Or so the radio says. I wouldn"t be surprised if old Anana had something to do with it. Not with the coven. With the fog. She"s the most ancient and most powerful of witches.
They were tramping down the sidewalk to report in at the office before driving away. Trish could not see his face, so she did not know if he was kidding or not. Her cousin was not the least bit superst.i.tious, but he admitted that some superst.i.tions might turn out not to be such.
"Whatever is responsible for the fog," Doc said, "it"ll suit the purpose of the Nine fine. They can hold the funeral of XauXaz without being observed. Of course, the Nine can bring enough pressure so they could get Stonehenge to themselves even during the winter solstice tomorrow.
But this way n.o.body will be spying on them with binoculars. The good thing about it is, we"ll have a better chance to get close to them."
"And Iwaldi"ll have a better chance to sneak in a bomb," Pauncho said.
"Everything has its checks and balances," Barney said. "Except maybe you, Pauncho. Aren"t you overdrawn at the bank?"
"My patience is overdrawn! "
While at the airport, Doc showed an official a photo of Cobbs and Villiers and asked if they had landed there that day. The official said no, not while he was on duty. Doc was satisfied that they had probably motored down, unless the official had been bribed to deny that they had flown in, or unless the two had been disguised.
Caliban did not plan to send his people around to hotels in Salisbury and Amesbury to find out if any of the Nine were staying there. It would arouse suspicion, since it could be a.s.sumed that the servants of the Nine would be looking for too-nosy strangers. Also, it was doubtful that any of the Nine would trust themselves to a hotel. With their immense wealth, they probably owned houses all over England. These would be left unoccupied most of the time, waiting for whenever the owners needed them.They got two hotel rooms under their aliases, Mr. and Mrs. Clark and John Booth and William Dunlap. A half hour later, a man phoned in a message for Mr. Clark. It was from a Mr. T. Lord (the T. was for Tree) and said he and party would be arriving at Bournemouth at the stipulated time. The landing would be made at the agreed-upon spot.
Caliban called the two men in. "We"ll go up to Stonehenge late tonight after we get some sleep," he said. "You"ll go with us, Pauncho, but you"ll leave as soon as you know how to get back to us. Then you"ll go to Bournemouth. Crothers will handle the first meeting with Grandrith; you"ll pick him up and bring him to us. Barney, Trish, and I and six of my men will be waiting for you to join us."
When they awoke-having put themselves to sleep with the hypnotic techniques taught them by Caliban-they were refreshed. They ate and dressed and then left the hotel. Their equipment had remained in a rented Rolls Royce. Two more cars, filled with men and equipment, joined them. They drove away swiftly in the fog with Doc at the wheel of the first car, watching the big radar screen he had affixed to the instrument panel. They drove on A360 out of Salisbury and, in fifteen minutes had slowed down for a right turn onto A303(T). They could see the signposts quite clearly when they were close because they were wearing the blacklight projectors and the goggles. Doc drove onto the side of the road near a fence a few yards past the junction and stopped. The goggles enabled them to see the ancient burial mounds, the long barrows beyond the fence.
Doc advanced cautiously, a ma.s.s detector held out before him. Pauncho held a small box with several other instruments before him, and others carried shovels and pickaxes and weapons. They went over the fence on a folding stile brought from the car and walked about twenty yards past the barrow. Here two men started digging.
Others made several trips back to the cars, each time bringing parts of a device switch that, put together by Doc, made a metal box two feet high, four feet broad, and six feet long. Two short antennas stuck out of the top of the box. The device went into a hole and was covered with dirt with the antenna tips barely sticking up "No doubt the Nine have already buried theirs or will soon," Doc said. "And if Iwaldi shows, he"ll bury his somewhere around here. Which one of us activates his first is anybody"s guess. But you can bet it"ll be some hours before the ceremony starts."
He stuck a device in his pocket. When the time came for it to be used, it would activate the buried equipment, which was an atomic-powered generator of an extremely powerful inductive field. In its field of influence, a cone-shaped beam with a range of a mile and a half, metal objects turned hot. Copper wires and aluminum wires would eventual melt. Gasoline was ignited and explosives were detonated because of their metal containers. Radar and heat-detectors would be unusable in its field because the circuits would melt and then the cases, if they were thin.
Doc had already ascertained that no one in the party had any metal fillings in his teeth or metal plates in his skull.
Tomorrow, when the ceremony begins, the only weapons would be the baseball bats, plastic knives, crossbows, and the gas grenades that Doc had brought along. They were wearing plastic helmets and chain mail under their clothes. The crossbows were of wood and plastic and gut, a small type with a pistollike b.u.t.t held in one hand. They fired wooden bolts with sharp plastic tips.
If the fog held, the battle would be conducted by almost blind soldiers.