8
The waiter unplugged the telephone and lifted it from their table.
"We"re ready to order now," Maya said to him. "And please ask Mr. Gren to come in here."
A few moments after the waiter left, the manager came to their table.
Quelman Gren was dark and thin-faced, with sleek, oily hair.
"When I told you I was here in an official capacity for the government, Mr. Gren, you said you would co-operate with me in every way possible,"
said Maya.
"Yes, Miss Cara Nome, I have made every effort to do so," replied Gren.
"Is there some way I can help you now?"
"Yes, there is," she said. "This man is my prisoner, and I"m going to have to keep him in custody here for two days and a half, until help arrives from Mars City. I"d like for you to arm a couple of dependable men with heatguns and a.s.sign them to help me guard him."
Gren shook his head.
"I"m sorry, Miss Cara Nome, but none of the employees of the Chateau Nectaris was employed for that sort of work, and I"m not going to ask them to do it. What you should have is police help."
"As you know very well, there are no police nearer than Ophir," she said in an exasperated tone. "Surely, you have some semi-official officers employed in the chateau in case of trouble among the guests."
"I have a house detective, but his duties are to intervene only when some crime has been committed against a guest or against the chateau.
You told me that you were seeking political rebels, and I a.s.sume that that is your charge against Mr. Kensington. My house detective has no authority to act in such cases, and I do not intend to get the chateau mixed up in these affairs.
"I"ve co-operated with you to the extent of giving you information you wanted, Miss Cara Nome, and I"ll continue to co-operate insofar as I am not asked to do something I have no authority to do. It occurs to me that if you came here seeking rebels, you should have come equipped to handle them if you found them."
"It occurs to me that you act very much as though you were in sympathy with the rebel cause," retorted Maya angrily.
"My sympathies are not the government"s affair, as long as I take no illegal actions," said Gren. "Good evening, Miss Cara Nome."
Maya gazed after him furiously as he left the dining room. Dark, sitting completely relaxed, smiled pleasantly at her.
"Please be a.s.sured," he said, "that I"m going to try to avoid injuring you in any way when I escape your custody."
"I"m not worried, because you aren"t going to escape," she said. "But I appreciate the thought. You seem to be a very mild-mannered person, for...."
She stopped.
"For a rebel?" he finished for her. "I really don"t know what sort of indoctrination you must have had, Maya--if I may call you Maya, and there"s no point in being formal under the circ.u.mstances. The students at the barber college were all rebels, and the reports I received were that you got along nicely with most of them."
"Yes, I did. I don"t suppose it should surprise me to find that rebels are human beings, too."
"Merely a matter of a difference in orientation. And a question for you to consider is, which orientation actually is correct?"
Maya did not like the direction the conversation was taking. She was relieved by the appearance of the waiter with their meals of thick, steaming steaks, with all the necessary tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs.
"It will be a long time before we can be served anything like this by teleportation," she said, laughing. "But, Mr. Kensington--"
"Dark, if you don"t mind."
"Very well. Dark, you say that you drove here from Mars City. How did you avoid the copter patrols that were out trying to intercept the escaping rebels?"
"As a matter of fact, I didn"t, and that"s a very peculiar thing," he said thoughtfully. "One of them got me just outside Mars City and blasted the dome of my groundcar."
"I noticed you were wearing a marsuit when you registered here, and Gren said you were having the dome repaired."
"That"s what"s peculiar about it. I wasn"t wearing the marsuit when the copter broke my dome. I didn"t have any protection at all. The groundcar went off the road and overturned. I don"t know how long I was unconscious, but it was evidently long enough for the copter to look me over, decide I was dead, and move on out of sight. What I can"t understand is why I didn"t asphyxiate."
"You mean that you were protected by no oxygen equipment at all?"
"None. I returned to consciousness and I was lying there with the dome broken wide open and my face bare to the Martian air. I got into my marsuit right away, of course, but that took a few minutes in addition to the time I was unconscious. And I didn"t feel restricted by the lack of air. I wasn"t even breathing. And I felt that I didn"t need to!"
"That is peculiar," she said meditatively. "Tell me, do you know a man named Goat Hennessey?"
"You"re the second person who"s asked me that recently," said Dark. "I knew him well, many years ago, but I haven"t seen him in years. Why do you ask?"
"Because the only case I"ve heard about of any human being able to live without oxygen in the Martian atmosphere involved some genetic experiments of Goat Hennessey, before the government made him stop them and destroy the creatures he"d been experimenting with."
Dark laughed.
"I can a.s.sure you I"m not one of Goat"s genetic experiments," he said.
"Goat and I were colleagues in this rebel movement twenty-five years ago, before I was. .h.i.t by a period of amnesia that I"ve just come out of."
She stared at him.
"A twenty-five year period of amnesia? Impossible! You"re not more than twenty-five years old," she said positively.
"If what people tell me is correct, I"m nearer sixty," said Dark.
"Terrestrial years, of course."
"Of course. But I don"t believe it."
Dark shrugged, and cut another bite of steak. He seemed to be enjoying his meal quite as much as though he were not her prisoner and she his captor--as, indeed, she was, too.
They chatted pleasantly throughout the meal and Maya found, somewhat to her surprise, that she was talking about herself a great deal to this pale-eyed man. She told him of her childhood on Mars, among the Martians, and of going to Earth to live with her uncle, a World Senator who had had close and profitable connections with Marscorp.
She went on to tell of her decision to become an agent of the terrestrial government, despite her uncle"s objections but as a result of his often-expressed enthusiasm for the government"s role in developing the planetary colonies; and of her a.s.signment to Mars to ferret out a rebel headquarters which had eluded the best efforts of the Martian government. She even told him how she had met Nuwell and fallen in love with him.
Some time after the meal"s conclusion, she suddenly stopped in mid-sentence.
"What"s the matter?" asked Dark.
"I just realized that you"re my prisoner," she answered, smiling at him.