Next morning, he splashed up and shaved beard away from a tired, red-eyed face in the mirror. Then, he waited. No one came.
Finally, at noon a new officer checked in for duty at the guardhouse.
Lance recognized him as a young ordinance captain he"d met before. He called out to the man. The officer, striding down the hallway, wheeled at the sound of his name and came back to the cell. His eyes bugged slightly, when he saw Lance: "Holy smoke, major! What"ve they got you in for?"
"Search me." Lance was overjoyed to find someone, at last, who didn"t dummy up. "I thought maybe you might have a notion."
"I just came on duty. But if there"s a charge sheet lying around, I might dig up something from it."
"Would you try?"
The captain held up two fingers and grinned. "No sweat."
Lance waited some more.
The captain did not come back, however, until several hours later. After Lance"s evening meal, in fact. His face bore a puzzled frown.
Lance stood at his cell door, gripping the bars. "Well?"
"I checked. Seems the bra.s.s are holding you for observation until some headshrinker gets in from HQ. A specialist in hypers.p.a.ce medicine."
"Then, how come I"m not in a regular hospital? Why the jailhouse?"
"Beats me, major. I can tell you this, though. You"re not the first hype-pilot who"s been dragged in here screaming."
"But I wasn"t screaming! I was perfectly calm and collected, when I climbed down out of my ship. All I did was ask about Carolyn."
"About who?"
"Carolyn Sagen. Old Hard-Head"s daughter." Lance felt a sinking feeling.
He stopped, c.o.c.ked a wary eye at the other officer. "Don"t look at me that way, man."
The captain had been staring hard at Lance. Now, he began shaking his head back and forth, slowly and sadly.
"What"s that supposed to mean?" Lance asked.
"It means Colonel Sagen doesn"t have a daughter."
Lance snorted. "Don"t tell me that. I"m engaged to her."
"Sorry, major. I"ve been around the colonel and his wife since I was a kid. He got me the appointment to the Academy. They"ve never had any children of their own."
"Why, you--" Lance reached through the bars and grabbed the captain by his shirt collar, jerking him against the bars. "It"s a lie! A conspiracy! Maybe you think I"m nuts. But I"m not!" He commenced pummeling the captain with his free fist. Then he thought of something better. He s.n.a.t.c.hed the captain"s gun from his holster and leveled it.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"I"m getting out of here," Lance announced. "Open up this door--or take the consequences!"
The captain, his face ashy white, submitted and unlocked the cell door.
Lance stepped out, got behind the officer, and prodded him into the cell. Tearing a sheet into strips, he tied the man to the cot and gagged him. It took a very short time.
Then, he softly padded down the hallway. He caught the sergeant of the guard napping in his chair. In a moment, the sergeant, too, was trussed up, gagged, and whisked into a spare cell. Lance then tucked the captain"s pistol inside his shirt and ventured outside.
It was a moonlit night. A patrol jeep was parked on the drive, begging to be commandeered. Lance hopped in. There was something he had to find out for himself, and only one way to do it: Go to the place where they kept the answers.
Wheeling the jeep along the military street fast as he dared, Lance headed for the base housing area. Colonel Sagen"s trim two-story brick residence was where he hoped to pay a call. He knew the route by heart.
He"d been a guest there often enough.
The colonel"s driveway was empty of cars, he was happy to notice, when he reached the house. He parked, sprinted up to the porch, and knocked on the door.
Presently, footsteps sounded inside and the door opened a few inches.
But it was not Carolyn whom Lance saw peeping out at him. It was another woman, older. He recognized Mrs. Sagen.
Lance was blunt. "I"ve got to see Carolyn, and I haven"t much time.
You"d better let me in."
An apprehensive, almost shocked expression briefly flitted across the face of Carolyn"s mother. It was as if she had never set eyes on Lance Cooper before. Even the gold oak leaves on his shoulders seemed to rea.s.sure her but slightly. She kept the door chain in place between them.
"I"m sorry, major. I"m not sure that I understand you."
"Don"t malarky me, please. You know who I am and who I want. Carolyn, your daughter."
"Oh," said Mrs. Sagen. It was said in a way that revealed nothing.
"Look," said Lance, impatiently. "You do have a daughter. I"ve dated her. So, all right," he waved his hands, "she"s been spirited away for some reason. I still think I"ve got a right to know why."
"Oh, my!" said Mrs. Sagen, and her hand flew to her face. "You must be that scout-ship pilot who showed up yesterday. The one who--"
"Yeh, the one everybody figures for psycho. But I"m not, Mrs. Sagen. You know I"m not." Lance took a deep breath. "Can I come in? I just want some facts. After all, this crazy farce can"t go on forever."
The colonel"s wife still looked doubtful, but Lance Cooper had a way of pressing a point hard when his interests were at stake. He began talking rapidly and convincingly.
He got in.
The light indoors was better. Lance"s eyes squinted, as they adjusted from the gloom of the porch. Somehow, Mrs. Sagen didn"t look quite as he remembered. Her hair was much darker now; he was sure of that. Maybe she had dyed it. Yet her features were certainly harder and bonier. More like a replica of her husband"s. And her breath smelled alcoholic. Could a mere month have made that much difference?
The house had been refurnished too, Lance noticed. The living-room decor was more severe and functional. And the pictures on the wall were garish. Not Mrs. Sagen"s type, at all.
_Hey, wait a minute!_ he told himself; _speaking of pictures_--his glance skipped to the far corner of the room. A triptych of photos of Carolyn had always been on display on the mantelpiece. _They would prove that--_
Lance"s jaw dropped.
The photos had been removed.
"Can I get you anything?" Mrs. Sagen inquired. A little nervously, Lance thought. "A cup of coffee?"