"It"s got to be done," Malone said in a noncommittal voice. "How"s it going so far?"
Boyd closed his eyes for a second. "Twenty-three red 1972 Cadillacs to date--which isn"t bad, I suppose," he said. "And six calls like the one you just heard. All from agents with problems. What _am_ I supposed to do when a guy catches a couple necking in a 1972 red Cadillac?"
"At this time of day?" Malone said.
"New York," Boyd said, and shrugged. "Things are funny here."
Malone nodded. "What did you do about them?" he said.
"Told the agent to take the car and give "em a pa.s.s to a movie," Boyd said.
"Good," Malone said. "Keep that sort of thing in the dark where it belongs." For some reason, this reminded him of Dorothy. He still had to get tickets for a show. But that could wait. "How about the a.s.sembly line?" he said.
"Disa.s.sembly," Boyd said. "Leibowitz has started it going. He borrowed the use of a big auto repair shop out in Jersey City, and they"ll be doing a faster job than we thought." He paused. "But it"s been a wonderful day," he said. "One to remember as long as I live. Possibly even until tomorrow. And how have you been doing?"
"Well," Malone said, "I"m not absolutely sure yet."
"That"s a nice helpful answer," Boyd said. "In the best traditions of the FBI."
"I can"t help it," Malone said. "It"s true."
"Well, what the h.e.l.l have you been doing?" Boyd said. "Drinking?
h.e.l.ling around? Living it up while I sit here and talk to people about Cadillacs?"
"Not exactly," Malone said. "I"ve been--well, doing more or less what Burris told me to do. Nosing around. Keeping my eyes open. I think--"
The phone chimed. Boyd flipped up the mike and eyed the screen balefully. "Federal Bureau of Investigation," he said crisply. "Who the h.e.l.l are you?"
A voice on the other end said, "What?" before the image on the screen cleared.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation," Boyd said in a perfectly innocent voice. "Boyd speaking."
"Oh," a voice said. It was a very calm, quiet voice. "h.e.l.lo, Boyd."
The image cleared. Boyd was facing the picture of a man in his middle thirties, a brown-haired man with large, gentle brown eyes and an expression that somehow managed to look both sad and confident.
"h.e.l.lo, Dr. Leibowitz," Boyd said.
"Is Mr. Malone in?" Leibowitz said. "I really wanted to talk to him."
"Sure," Boyd said. "Just a second."
He motioned to Malone, who came around and sat at Boyd"s desk as Boyd got up. He nodded to Leibowitz, and the electronics engineer nodded back.
"How"s everything coming, Dr. Leibowitz?" Malone said.
Leibowitz shrugged meaningfully. "All right," he said. "I called you to tell you about that, by the way. We"ve managed to cut the per-car time down somewhat."
"That"s wonderful," Malone said.
"It"s now down to about four hours per car, and that means we may be able to do even better than running one off the line every fifteen minutes. At the moment, fifteen minutes is about standard, though, with sixteen cars in the line."
"Sure," Malone said. "But anything you can do to speed it up--"
"I understand," Leibowitz said. "Of course I"ll do anything that I can for you. I have got a small preliminary report, by the way."
"Yes?"
"The first car has just been run off the a.s.sembly line," Leibowitz said. "And I"m afraid, Mr. Malone, that there"s nothing odd about it at all."
"Well," Malone said, "we can"t expect to hit the jackpot with our first try."
"Certainly not," Leibowitz said. "But the second should be off soon.
And then the rest. I"m keeping my eye on every one, of course."
"Fine," Malone said, and meant it. Leibowitz was the kind of man who inspired instant and complete trust. Malone was perfectly sure he"d do the job he had started to do. Then an idea struck him. "Has the first car been rea.s.sembled yet?" he asked.
"Of course," Leibowitz said. "We took that step into account in our timing. What would you like done with it--and with the other ones, as they come off?"
"Unless you can find something odd about a car, just return it to its owner," Malone said. "Or pa.s.s the problem on to the squad men; they"ll take care of it." He paused. "If you do find something odd--"
"I"ll call you at once, of course," Leibowitz said.
"Good," Malone said. "Incidentally, I did want to ask you something. I don"t want you to think I"m doubting your work, or anything like that.
Believe me."
"I"m sure you"re not," Leibowitz said.
"But," Malone said, "why does it take so long? I"d think it would be fairly easy to spot a robotic or a semi-robotic brain capable of controlling a car."
"It might have been, once," Leibowitz said. "But these days the problems are rather special. Oh, I don"t mean we can"t do it--we can and we will. But with subminiaturization, Mr. Malone, and semipsionic circuits, a pretty good brain can be hidden beneath a coat of paint."
For no reason at all, Malone suddenly thought of Dorothy again. "A coat of paint?" he said in a disturbed tone.
"Certainly," Leibowitz said, and smiled at him. It was a warm smile that had little or nothing to do with the problem they were talking about. But Malone liked it. It made him feel as if Leibowitz liked him, and approved of him. He grinned back.
"But a coat of paint isn"t very much," Malone said.
"It doesn"t have to be very much," Leibowitz said. "Not these days.
I"ve often told Emily--that"s my wife, Mr. Malone--that I could hide a TV circuit under her lipstick. Not that there would be any use in it; but the techniques are there. Mr. Malone. And if your conjecture is correct, someone is using them."
"Oh," Malone said. "Sure. But you _can_ find the circuits, if they"re there?"
Leibowitz nodded slowly. "We can, Mr. Malone," he said. "They betray themselves. A microcircuit need not be more than a few microns thick, you see--as far as the conductors and insulators are concerned, at any rate. But the regulators-transistors and such--have to be as big as a pinhead."
"Enormous, huh?" Malone said.
"Well," Leibowitz said, and chuckled, "quite large enough to locate without trouble, at any rate. They"re very hard to conceal. And the leads from the brain to the power controls are even easier to find--comparatively speaking, of course."
"Of course," Malone said.