"I"ve been swimming around here in the quieter spots," she said. "I know a place. Wait here."
She stepped across the cave and peered out its mouth. Someone must have hailed her, for she waved back. She stood leaning against the rock and Dalgetty saw how the sea-spray gleamed in her hair. After a long five minutes she turned to him again.
"All right," she said. "The last one just went up the path. Let"s go."
They walked along the beach. It trembled underfoot with the rage of the sea. There was a grinding under the snort and roar of surf as if the world"s teeth ate rock.
The beach curved inward, forming a small bay sheltered by outlying skerries. A narrow path ran upward from it but it was toward the sea that the woman gestured. "Out there," she said. "Follow me." She took off her shoes as he had done and checked her holster: the gun was waterproof, but it wouldn"t do to have it fall out. She waded into the sea and struck out with a powerful crawl.
VI
They climbed up on one of the hogback rocks some ten yards from sh.o.r.e.
This one rose a good dozen feet above the surface. It was cleft in the middle, forming a little hollow hidden from land and water alike. They crawled into this and sat down, breathing hard. The sea was loud at their backs and the air felt cold on their wet skins.
Dalgetty leaned back against the smooth stone, looking at the woman, who was unemotionally counting how many clips she had in her pouch.
The thin drenched tunic and slacks showed a very nice figure. "What"s your name?" he asked.
"Casimir," she answered, without looking up.
"First name, I mean. Mine is Simon."
"Elena, if you must know. Four packs, a hundred rounds plus ten in the chamber now. If we have to shoot them all, we"d better be good. These aren"t magnums, so you have to hit a man just right to put him out of action."
"Well," shrugged Dalgetty, "we"ll just have to lumber along as best we can. I oak we don"t make ashes of ourselves."
"Oh, _no_!" He couldn"t tell whether it was appreciation or dismay.
"At a time like this too."
"It doesn"t make me very popular," he agreed. "Everybody says to elm with me. But, as they say in France, ve are alo-o-one now, mon cherry, and tree"s a crowd."
"Don"t get ideas," she snapped.
"Oh, I"ll get plenty of ideas, though I admit this isn"t the place to carry them out." Dalgetty folded his arms behind his head and blinked up at the sky. "Man, could I use a nice tall mint julep right now."
Elena frowned. "If you"re trying to convince me you"re just a simple American boy you might as well quit," she said thinly. "That sort of--of emotional control, in a situation like this, only makes you less human."
Dalgetty swore at himself. She was too d.a.m.n quick, that was all. And her intelligence might be enough for her to learn....
_Will I have to kill her?_
He drove the thought from him. He could overcome his own conditioning about anything, including murder, if he wanted to, but he"d never want to. No, that was out. "How did you get here?" he asked. "How much does the FBI know?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Well, it"d be nice to know if we can expect reinforcements."
"We can"t." Her voice was bleak. "I might as well let you know. The Inst.i.tute could find out anyway through its government connections--the d.a.m.ned octopus!" he looked into the sky. Dalgetty"s gaze followed the curve of her high cheekbones. Unusual face--you didn"t often see such an oddly pleasing arrangement. The slight departure from symmetry....
"We"ve wondered about Bertrand Meade for some time, as every thinking person has," she began tonelessly. "It"s too bad there are so few thinking people in the country."
"Something the Inst.i.tute is trying to correct," Dalgetty put in.
Elena ignored him. "It was finally decided to work agents into his various organizations. I"ve been with Thomas Bancroft for about two years now. My background was carefully faked and I"m a useful a.s.sistant. But even so it was only a short while back that I got sufficiently into his confidence to be given some inkling of what"s going on. As far as I know no other FBI operative has learned as much."
"And what have you found out?"
"Essentially the same things you were describing in the cell, plus more details on the actual work they"re doing. Apparently the Inst.i.tute was onto Meade"s plans long before we were. It doesn"t speak well for your purposes, whatever they are, that you haven"t asked us for help before this.
"The decision to kidnap Dr. Tighe was taken only a couple of weeks ago. I haven"t had a chance to communicate with my a.s.sociates in the force. There"s always someone around, watching. The set-up"s well arranged, so that even those not under suspicion don"t have much chance to work un.o.bserved, once they"ve gotten high enough to know anything important. Everybody spies on everybody else and submits periodic reports."
She gave him a harsh look. "So here I am. No official person knows my whereabouts and if I should disappear it would be called a deplorable accident. Nothing could be proved and I doubt if the FBI would ever get another chance to do any effective spying."
"But you have proof enough for a raid," he ventured.
"No, we haven"t. Up till the time I was told Dr. Tighe was going to be s.n.a.t.c.hed I didn"t know for certain that anything illegal was going on.
There"s nothing in the law against like-minded people knowing each other and having a sort of club. Even if they hire tough characters and arm them the law can"t protest. The Act of Nineteen Ninety-nine effectively forbids private armies but it would be hard to prove Meade has one."
"He doesn"t really," said Dalgetty. "Those goons aren"t much more than what they claim to be--bodyguards. This whole fight is primarily on a--a mental level."
"So I gather. And can a free country forbid debate or propaganda? Not to mention that Meade"s people include some powerful men in the government itself. If I could get away from here alive we"d be able to hang a kidnapping charge on Thomas Bancroft, with a.s.sorted charges of threat, mayhem and conspiracy, but it wouldn"t touch the main group."
Her fists clenched. "It"s like fighting shadows."
"You war against the sunset-glow. The judgment follows fast my lord!"
quoted Dalgetty. _Heriots" Ford_ was one of the few poems he liked.
"Getting Bancroft out of the way would be something," he added. "The way to fight Meade is not to attack him physically but to change the conditions under which he must work."
"Change them to what?" Her eyes challenged his. He noticed that there were small gold flecks in the gray. "What does the Inst.i.tute want?"
"A sane world," he replied.
"I"ve wondered," she said. "Maybe Bancroft is more nearly right than you. Maybe I should be on his side after all."
"I take it you favor libertarian government," he said. "In the past it"s always broken down sooner or later and the main reason has been that there aren"t enough people with the intelligence, alertness and toughness to resist the inevitable encroachments of power on liberty.
"The Inst.i.tute is trying to do two things--create such a citizenry and simultaneously to build up a society which itself produces men of that kind and reinforces those traits in them. It can be done, given time.
Under ideal conditions we estimate it would take about three hundred years for the whole world. Actually it"ll take longer."
"But just what kind of person is needed?" Elena asked coldly. "Who decides it? _You_ do. You"re just the same as all other reformers, including Meade--h.e.l.l bent to change the whole human race over to your particular ideal, whether they like it or not."
"Oh, they"ll like it," he smiled. "That"s part of the process."
"It"s a worse tyranny than whips and barbed wire," she snapped.
"You"ve never experienced those then."
"You _have_ got that knowledge," she accused. "You have the data and the equations to be--sociological engineers."