"One thirty-eight," disagreed McClintock. "Reynolds, how about Detroit? You can"t can"t leave it unguarded." leave it unguarded."
"Whom can I use? Each is guarding the city he knows best."
"Those twin girls-I heard them mention Detroit."
"They"ve played everywhere. But Pittsburgh is their home."
"Switch one of them to Detroit."
Reynolds thought of telling him to go to Detroit himself. "They work together. You want to get them upset and lose both cities?"
Instead of answering McClintock said, "And who"s watching Cleveland?"
"Norman Johnson. He lives there and he"s our second strongest operator."
They were interrupted by voices downstairs. A man came up, carrying a bag, and spotted Reynolds. "Oh, h.e.l.lo, Doctor. What is this? I"m on top priority work-tank production- when the F.B.I. grabs me. You are responsible?"
"Yes. Come with me." McClintock started to speak, but Reynolds led the man away. "Mr. Nelson, did you bring your family?"
"No, they"re still in Detroit. Had I known-"
"Please! Listen carefully." He explained, pointed out a map of Detroit in the room to which they went, showed him pictures of the simulated bomb, "You understand?"
Nelson"s jaw muscles were jumping. "It seems impossible."
"It is is possible. You"ve got to think about that bomb-or bombs. Get in touch, squeeze them, keep them from going off. You"ll have to stay awake." possible. You"ve got to think about that bomb-or bombs. Get in touch, squeeze them, keep them from going off. You"ll have to stay awake."
Nelson breathed gustily. "I"ll stay awake."
"That phone will get you anything you want. Good luck." He pa.s.sed the room occupied by the blind clairvoyant; the door was open. "Harry, it"s Prof. Getting anything?"
The man turned to the voice. "It"s in the Loop. I could walk to it if I were there. A six-story building."
"That"s the best you can do?"
"Tell them to try the attic. I get warm when I go up."
"Right away!" He rushed back, saw that Hanby had arrived. Swiftly he keyed the communications office. "Reynolds speaking. The Chicago bomb is in a six-story building in the Loop area, probably in the attic. No-that"s all. G"by!"
Hanby started to speak; Reynolds shook his head and looked at his watch. Silently the General picked up the phone. "This is the commanding officer. Have any flash sent here." He put the phone down and stared at his watch.
For fifteen endless minutes they stood silent. The General broke it by taking the phone and saying, "Hanby. Anything?"
"No, General. Washington is on the wire."
"Eh? You say Washington?"
"Yes, sir. Here"s the General, Mr. Secretary."
Hanby sighed. "Hanby speaking, Mr. Secretary. You"re all right? Washington . . . is all right?"
They could hear the relayed voice. "Certainly certainly.
We"re past the deadline. But I wanted to tell you: Radio Moscow is telling the world that our cities are in flames."
Hanby hesitated. "None of them are?"
"Certainly not. I"ve a talker hooked in to GHQ, which has an open line to every city listed. All safe. I don"t know whether your freak people did any good but, one way or another, it was a false-" The line went dead.
Hanby"s face went dead with it. He jiggled the phone. "I"ve been cut off!"
"Not here, General-at the other end. Just a moment."
They waited. Presently the operator said, "Sorry, sir. I can"t get them to answer."
"Keep trying!"
It was slightly over a. minute-it merely seemed longer-when the operator said, "Here"s your party, sir."
"That you, Hanby?" came the voice. "I suppose we"ll have phone trouble just as we had last time. Now, about these ESP people: while we are grateful and all that, nevertheless I suggest that nothing be released to the papers. Might be misinterpreted."
"Oh. Is that an order, Mr. Secretary?"
"Oh, no, no! But have such things routed through my office."
"Yes, sir." He cradled the phone.
McClintock said, "You shouldn"t have rung off, General. I"d like to know whether the Chief wants this business continued."
"Suppose we talk about it on the way back to my office." The General urged him away, turned and gave Reynolds a solemn wink.
Trays were placed outside the doors at six o"clock; most of them sent for coffee during the evening. Mrs. Wilkins ordered tea; she kept her door open and chatted with anyone who pa.s.sed. Harry the newsboy was searching Milwaukee; no answer had been received from his tip about Chicago. Mrs. Ekstein, or "Princess Cathay" as she was billed, had reported a "feeling" about a house trailer in Denver and was now poring over a map of New Orleans. With the pa.s.sing of the deadline panic abated; communications were improving. The American people were telling each other that they had known that those d.a.m.ned commies were bluffing.
Hammond and Reynolds sent for more coffee at three A.M.; Reynolds" hand trembled as he poured. Hammond said, "You haven"t slept for two nights. Get over on that divan."
"Neither have you."
"I"ll sleep when you wake up."
"I can"t can"t sleep. I"m worrying about what"ll happen when sleep. I"m worrying about what"ll happen when they they get sleepy." He gestured at the line of doors. get sleepy." He gestured at the line of doors.
"So am I."
At seven A.M. Two-Gun came out. "Prof, they got it. The bomb. It"s gone. Like closing your hand on nothing."
Hammond grabbed the phone. "Get me Seattle-the F.B.I. office."
While they waited, Two-Gun said, "What now, Prof?"
Reynolds tried to think. "Maybe you should rest."
"Not until this is over. Who"s got Toledo? I know that burg."
"Uh...young Barnes."
Hammond was connected; he identified himself, asked the question. He put the phone down gently. "They did did get it," he whispered. "It was in the lake." get it," he whispered. "It was in the lake."
"I told you it was wet," agreed Two-Gun. "Now, about Toledo-"
"Well . . . tell me when you"ve got it and we"ll let Barnes rest."
McClintock rushed in at seven thirty-five, followed by Hanby. "Doctor Reynolds! Colonel Hammond!"
"Sh! Quiet! You"ll disturb them." Quiet! You"ll disturb them."
McClintock said in a lower voice, "Yes, surely-I was excited. This is important. They located a bomb in Seattle and-"
"Yes. Private Andrews told us."
"Huh? How did he he know?" know?"
"Never mind," Hanby intervened. "The point is, they found the bomb already triggered. Now we know know that your people are protecting the cities." that your people are protecting the cities."
"Was there any doubt?"
"Well. . . yes."
"But there isn"t now," McClintock added." "I must take over." He bent over the board. "Communications? Put that White House line through here."
"Just what," Reynolds said slowly, "do you mean by "take over"?"
"Eh? Why, take charge on behalf of the President. Make sure these people don"t let down an instant!"
"But what do you propose to do?" do?"
Hanby said hastily, "Nothing, Doctor. We"ll just keep in touch with Washington from here."
They continued the vigil together; Reynolds spent the time hating McClintock"s guts. He started to take coffee, then decided on another benzedrine tablet instead. He hoped his people were taking enough of it-and not too much. They all had it, except Grandma Wilkins, who wouldn"t touch it. He wanted to check with them but knew that he could not-each bomb was bound only by a thread of thought; a split-split second of diversion might be enough.
The outside light flashed; Hanby took the call. "Congress has recessed," he announced, "and the President is handing the Soviet Union a counter ultimatum; locate and disarm any bombs or be bombed in return." The light flashed again; Hanby answered. His face lit up. "Two more found," he told them. "One in Chicago, right where your man said; the other in Camden."
"Camden? How?"
"They rounded up the known Communists, of course. This laddie was brought back there for questioning. He didn"t like that; .he knew that he was being held less than a mile from the bomb. Who is on Camden?"
"Mr. Dimwiddy."
"The elderly man with the bunions?"
"That"s right-retired postman. General, do we a.s.sume that there is only one bomb per city?"
McClintock answered, "Of course not! These people must-"
Hanby cut in, "Central Intelligence is a.s.suming so, except for New York and Washington. If they had more bombs here, they would have added more cities."
Reynolds left to take Dimwiddy off watch. McClintock, he fumed, did not realize that people were flesh and blood.
Dimwiddy was unsurprised. "A while ago the pressure let up, then-well, I"m afraid I dozed. I had a terrible feeling that I had let it go off, then I knew it hadn"t."
Reynolds told him to rest, then be ready to help out elsewhere. They settled on Philadelphia; Dimwiddy had once lived there.
The watch continued. Mrs. Ekitein came up with three hits, but no answers came back; Reynolds still had to keep those cities covered. She then complained that her "sight" had gone; Reynolds went to her room and told her to nap, not wishing to consult McClintock.
Luncheon trays came and went. Reynolds continued worrying over how to arrange his operators to let them rest. Forty-three people and thirty-five, cities-if only he had two for every city! Maybe any of them could watch any city? No, he could not chance it.
Barnes woke up and took back Toledo; that left Two-Gun free. Should he let him take Cleveland? Norman had had no relief and Two-Gun had once been through it, on a train. The colored boy was amazing but rather hysterical, whereas Two-Gun--well, Reynolds felt that Two-Gun would last, even through a week of no sleep.
No! He couldn"t trust Cleveland to a man who had merely pa.s.sed through it. But with Dimwiddy on Philadelphia, when Mary Gifford woke he could put her on Houston and that would let Hank sleep before shifting him to Indianapolis and that would let him- A chess game, with all p.a.w.ns queens and no mistakes allowed. He couldn"t trust Cleveland to a man who had merely pa.s.sed through it. But with Dimwiddy on Philadelphia, when Mary Gifford woke he could put her on Houston and that would let Hank sleep before shifting him to Indianapolis and that would let him- A chess game, with all p.a.w.ns queens and no mistakes allowed.
McClintock was twiddling the selector switch, listening in. Suddenly he snapped, "Someone is asleep!"
Reynolds checked the number.
"Of course, that"s the twins" room; they take turns. You may hear snores in 21 and 30 and 8 and 19. It"s okay; they"re off watch."
"Well, all right." McCllntock seemed annoyed. Reynolds bent back to his list. Shortly McClintock snorted, "Who"s in room 12?"
"Uh? Wait-that"s Norman Johnson, Cleveland."
"You mean he"s on watch?"
"Yes." "Reynolds could hear the boy"s asthmatic breathing, felt relieved.
"He"s asleep!"
""No, he"s not."
But McClintock was rushing down the corridor. Reynolds took after him; Hammond and Hanby followed. Reynolds caught up as McClintock burst into room 12. Norman was sprawled in a chair, eyes closed in his habitual att.i.tude.
McClintock rushed up, slapped him. "Wake up!" Reynolds grabbed McClintock. "You b.l.o.o.d.y fool!" Norman opened his eyes, then burst into tears. "It"s gone!" gone!"
"Steady, Norman. It"s all right."
"No, no! It"s gone-and my mammy"s gone with it!"
McClintock snapped, "Concentrate, boy! Get back on it!"
Reynolds turned on him. "Get out. Get out before I punch you."