"Psychical Research Society," she said. "Oh, Mr. Malone. Good morning."
"Sir Lewis," Malone said in a rush. "Sir Lewis Carter. I want to talk to him. Hurry."
"Sir Lewis Carter?" the girl said very slowly. "Oh, I"m sorry, Mr.
Malone, but he won"t be in at all today."
"Home number," Malone said desperately. "I"ve got to."
"Well, I can give you that, Mr. Malone," she said, "but it wouldn"t do you any good, really. Because he went away on his vacation and when he does that he never tells us where. You know? He won"t be back for two or three weeks," she added as an afterthought.
Malone said: "Oog," and thought for less than a second. "Somebody official," he said. "Got to talk to somebody official. Now."
"Oh, I can"t do that either, Mr. Malone," the toothy girl said. "All of the executives already left on their vacation. They just left a skeleton force here at the office."
"They"re all gone?" Malone said hollowly.
"That"s right," the girl said with great cheer. "As a matter of fact, I"m in charge now. You know?"
"I"m afraid I do," Malone said. "It"s very important, though. You don"t have any idea where any of them went?"
"None at all," she said. "I"m sorry, but that"s how it is. Maybe if you were me you"d ask questions, but I just follow orders and those were my orders. To take over until they get back. You know? They didn"t tell me where and I just didn"t ask."
"Great," Malone said. He wanted to shoot himself. Everything was obvious now--about twenty-four hours too late. And now, they"d all gone--for two weeks--or for good.
The girl"s rancid voice broke in on his thoughts.
"Oh, Mr. Malone," she said. "I"m sorry, but I just remembered they left a note for you."
"A note?" Malone said. "For me?"
"Sir Lewis said you might call," the girl said, "and he left a message. If you"ll hold on a minute I"ll read it."
Malone waited tensely. The girl found a slip of paper, blinked at it and read:
"My dear Malone, I"m afraid that what you have deduced is quite correct; and, as you can see, that leaves us no alternative. Sorry.
Miss Luba A. sends her apologies to you, since she is joining us; my apologies are also tendered." The girl looked up. "It"s signed by Sir Lewis," she said. "Does that mean anything to you, Mr. Malone?"
"I"m afraid it does," Malone said blankly. "It means entirely too much."
XIII
After Miss Dental Display had faded from Malone"s screen, he just sat there, looking at the dead, gray front of the visiphone and feeling about twice as dead and at least three times as gray.
Things, he told himself, were terrible. But even that sentence, which was a good deal more cheerful than what he actually felt, did nothing whatever to improve his mood. All of the evidence, after all, had been practically living on the tip of his nose for G.o.d alone knew how long, and not only had he done nothing about it, he hadn"t even seen it.
There was the organization, staring him in the face. There was Luba--n.o.body"s fool, no starry-eyed dreamer of occult dreams. She was part of the Psychical Research Society, why hadn"t he thought to wonder why she was connected with it?
And there was his own mind-shield. Why hadn"t he wondered whether other telepaths might not have the same shield?
He thought about Luba and told himself bitterly that from now on she was Miss Ardanko. Enough, he told himself, was enough. From now on he was calling her by her last name, formally and distantly. In his own mind, anyhow.
Facts came tumbling in on him like the side of a mountain falling on a hapless traveler, during a landslide season. And, Malone told himself, he had never possessed less hap in all of his ill-starred life.
And then, very suddenly, one more fact arrived, and pushed the rest out into the black night of Malone"s bitter mind. He stood up, pushing the books away, and closed his eyes. When he opened them he went to the telephone in his Las Vegas hotel suite, and switched it on. A smiling operator appeared. Malone wanted to see him die of poison, slowly.
"Give me Room 4-T," he snapped. "Hurry."
"Room forty?" the operator asked.
"d.a.m.n it," Malone said, "I said 4-T and I meant 4-T. Four as in four and T as in--as in China. And hurry."
"Oh," the operator said. "Yes, sir." He turned away from the screen.
"That would have been Miss Luba Ardanko"s room, sir?" he said.
"Right," Malone snapped. "I ... wait a minute. Would have been?"
"That"s correct, sir," the operator said. "She checked out, sir, early this morning. The room is unoccupied."
Malone swallowed hard. It was all true, then. Sir Lewis" note hadn"t simply been one last wave of the red cape before an angry bull. Luba was one of them.
_Miss Ardanko_, he corrected himself savagely.
"What time?" he said.
The operator consulted an information board before him. "Approximately one o"clock, sir," he said.
"In the morning?"
"Yes, sir," the clerk said.
Malone closed his eyes. "Thanks," he said.
"You"re quite welcome, sir," the operator said. "A courtesy of the Great Universal Ho--"
Malone cut him off. "Ho, indeed," he said bitterly. "Not to mention ha and hee--hee and yippe-ki-yay. A great life." He whisked himself back to New York in a dismal, rainy state of mind. As he sat down again to the books and papers the door to the room opened.
"You still here?" the agent-in-charge said. "I"m just going off duty and I came by to check. Don"t you ever sleep?"
"I"m on vacation, remember?"
"Some vacation," the a-in-c said. "If you"re on special a.s.signment why not tell the rest of us?"
"I want it to be a surprise," Malone said. "And meantime, I"d appreciate it if I were left entirely to my own devices."
"Still conjuring up ghosts?" the a-in-c said.
"That," Malone said, "I don"t know. I"ve got some long-distance calls to make."