The boys stared in amazement. Steve Ames was a close friend, and their contact in JANIG, one of the top American government security organizations.
"How do you know Steve?" Rick asked in astonishment.
"He and I went through the FBI Academy together. We keep in touch. Also, the International Police Organization, which is called Interpol, keeps us up to date on developments. I know that your scientific group works closely with Steve."
So Ismail ben Adhem was an FBI graduate! Rick looked at him with new respect. "I guess we should have reported to you," he said. "We just didn"t know."
"No matter. It will all work out, anyway. In fact, your delay in contacting us may even make things simpler."
"How?" Scotty asked.
Ben shrugged. "We will see. This cat of yours has many interesting possibilities."
"Do you know why the cat is important?" Rick demanded.
"I have an idea. But please do not press me for details. It is better for everything to go on normally while I do a little useful work. So, I suggest you two continue on as before, with only one difference. You will use a different taxi to travel back and forth to Sahara Wells."
"But Ha.s.san is our dragoman," Rick protested. "What"s more, he"s a friend. We can"t switch now, after we engaged him for the duration of our stay."
Ben smiled warmly. "Your loyalty to Ha.s.san does you credit. But don"t worry. He will be taken care of. You and I will trade transportation. I will use Ha.s.san, and you will use my taxi."
"I don"t get it," Scotty said.
"It"s simple. Both of you are able to testify to criminal actions on the part of Youssef. Also, if this works out as I hope, you will have testimony to give on the actions of Kemel Moustafa. Now, if you knew there was evidence against you, and you were completely ruthless, what would you do?"
"Remove the evidence," Rick said slowly. His eyes met Scotty"s.
"Exactly. So, Ha.s.san stays with me, and your taxi driver will be one of my best officers. He will stay with you at all times. While you are in the hotel, another of my men will be your hall porter."
"Do you really think we"re in any danger?" Scotty asked.
"Don"t ever doubt it, Scotty. Be on guard at all times."
"It"s because the cat is very important," Rick stated. "And the cat is important because of something inside of it. You know what that something is."
"An excellent deduction," Ben agreed with a grin. "All but the last statement. I do not know what it is. I merely suspect. My evidence is circ.u.mstantial. I"ll tell you this much, though. I know a great deal about certain interests of the Moustafa brothers, and I was informed by Interpol that there is an interesting gentleman of great wealth in San Francisco who talks too much."
Rick thought over the statement. It didn"t help at all. He couldn"t see what a talkative man in California had to do with the Egyptian cat.
"That"s not very informative," he objected.
Ben laughed. "I"m sure it isn"t. But I"ll make you a promise. Before you leave Egypt, we will perform a small operation on the cat and remove its appendix--or whatever else it may have inside."
"We"ll hold you to that," Scotty told him.
Rick"s breakfast arrived, and over _cafe au lait_ and Egyptian rolls Ismail ben Adhem questioned Rick until he was sure he had extracted all the information the two boys had.
It suddenly occurred to Rick that he had asked no questions himself.
"Where"s the cat?" he demanded.
"At the project," Scotty replied. "I was going to turn it over to Ben, but he said to leave it there."
"It might be uncomfortable at the station," Ben added with a twinkle.
"After all, it"s a well-cared-for pet."
Rick grinned. "We"ve grown fond of it," he admitted. "Second question: can"t you just pick up Youssef on a kidnapping charge?"
"We could, if we knew where to find him. But Youssef is a hard man to locate when he goes underground. We"ve been trying to get something on him for years, and we know him well. This time he"s over-played his hand and we"ve got him. It"s only a question of time."
"How about Moustafa?" Rick asked. "Is he guilty of anything?"
The police officer finished his coffee and rose. "Not yet," he said.
"But he will be. Now, stay together at all times. Ride with the taxi driver who will be waiting for you in the hall. Otherwise, go about your business as usual, and have a good time."
Scotty saw him to the door, then turned to Rick. "Moustafa isn"t guilty of anything yet, but he will be. That"s interesting."
Rick thought so, too. "Isn"t it pretty careless, leaving the cat at the project?"
"Seems so," Scotty agreed. "But I think Ben knows what he"s doing."
"I guess you"re right," Rick said soberly.
After more coffee and a shower, he felt like himself again. There was work to do at the project, so the two boys picked up the police driver, who was keeping an eye on their door, and rode to the project.
The scientists greeted Rick happily. "We were pretty worried for a while," Winston said, and the Egyptians echoed him.
"We don"t usually treat tourists this way," Farid said jokingly, but behind the smile Rick sensed that the Egyptian scientist was embarra.s.sed by what had happened to a guest.
"I got myself into it," Rick pointed out. "If we had gone to the police about the Egyptian cat that first day, there would have been no trouble."
Dr. Kerama put a hand on his shoulder. "It is very kind of you to try to save our feelings. But we were so involved in this fascinating problem that we simply didn"t pay enough attention. Otherwise, we could have advised you to see the police."
"How is it going?" Rick asked.
"Very well," Farid said. "We"re exchanging reports constantly with the other radio telescopes and it"s clear that we have something extraordinary. We"re trying to agree on the precise location of this s.p.a.ce object. The next step will be to examine the signals more closely to see if a pattern can be found or if they"re simply random."
"If you and Scotty feel up to it," Winston added, "we"d like you to duplicate the audio tapes for us. We want to send a set right away to Green Bank. They started audio recording, too, yesterday, but they don"t have the hours when the object was in sight of our telescope but not theirs. They"re duplicating the signals we didn"t get after the object dropped below our horizon. That way we"ll both have a complete record for a.n.a.lysis."
"What is the s.p.a.ce object?" Rick asked.
Winston shook his head. "We don"t know. It"s too early even to speculate much. Can you make the duplicates?"
It was early evening. "We can get sandwiches at the Mena House and work until we"re finished," Rick replied. "That will get us home before midnight. There can"t be more than a few hours to record."
"Fine. You"ll be alone, but since the inspector put a police guard on you, I"m sure it will be all right."
Farid had arranged the technical setup, using another unit borrowed from the government radio station for the purpose. All they would need to do was feed tape into the machines and watch the recording level.
One of the Egyptian technicians drove to the Mena House and brought back sandwiches and c.o.kes. The scientists departed, to have a quick dinner and then resume work at a different location where a computer was available to do the complicated mathematics required for a.n.a.lysis of the data.