The state attorney shook his head. "I wouldn"t be here if I had."
"I"ll say you wouldn"t. The pair must have crawled away to die G.o.d knows where."
"Getting back to the man who ran over the child and killed Mrs.
Laughton. Why did he pretend to be drunk?"
It was the chief"s turn to shake his head. "Your guess is as good as mine. There are a lot of angles to this case none of us understand. It looks deliberate, but where"s the motive?"
"What does the man have to say?"
"I was afraid you"d get to him," the chief said, his neck reddening.
"It"s all been rather embarra.s.sing to the department." He coughed self-consciously. "He"s proved a strange one, all right. He says his name is John Smith and he"s got cards to prove it, too--for example, a social security card. It looks authentic, yet there"s no such number on file in Washington, so we"ve discovered. We"ve had him in jail for a week and we"ve all taken turns questioning him. He laughs and admits his guilt--in fact, he seems amused by most everything. Sometimes all alone in his cell he"ll start laughing for no apparent reason. It gives you the creeps."
The states attorney leaned back in his chair. "Maybe it"s a case for an alienist."
"One jump ahead of you. Dr. Stone thinks he"s normal, but won"t put down any I.Q. Actually, he can"t figure him out himself. Smith seems to take delight in answering questions--sort of antic.i.p.ates them and has the answer ready before you"re half through asking."
"Well, if Dr. Stone says he"s normal, that"s enough for me." The prosecutor was silent for a moment. Then, "How about the husband?"
"Laughton? We"re afraid to let him see him. All broken up. No telling what kind of a rumpus he"d start--especially if Smith started his funny business."
"Guess you"re right. Well, Mr. Smith won"t think it"s so funny when we hang criminal negligence or manslaughter on him. By the way, you"ve checked possible family connections?"
"n.o.body ever saw John Smith before. Even at the address on his driver"s license. And there"s no duplicate of that in Springfield, in case you"re interested."
The man who had laughingly told police his name was John Smith lay on his cot in the county jail, his eyes closed, his arms folded across his chest. This gave him the appearance of being alert despite reclining. Even as he lay, his mouth held a hint of a smile.
Arvid 6--for John Smith _was_ Arvid 6--had lain in that position for more than four hours, when suddenly he snapped his eyes open and appeared to be listening. For a moment a look of concern crossed his face and he swung his legs to the floor and sat there expectantly.
Arvid 6 knew Tendal 13 had materialized and was somewhere in the building.
Eventually there were some sounds from beyond the steel cell and doorway. There was a clang when the outer doorway was opened and Arvid 6 rose from his cot.
"Your lawyer"s here to see you," the jailer said, indicating the man with the brief case. "Ring the buzzer when you"re through." The jailer let the man in, locked the cell door and walked away.
The man threw the brief case on the jail cot and stood glaring.
"Your d.a.m.ned foolishness has gone far enough. I"m sick and tired of it," he declared. "If you carry on any more we"ll never get back to the Ultroom!"
"I"m sorry, Tendal," the man on the cot said. "I didn"t think--"
"You"re absolutely right. You didn"t think. Crashing that car into that tree and killing that woman--that was the last straw. You don"t even deserve to get back to our era. You ought to be made to rot here."
"I"m _really_ sorry about that," Arvid 6 said.
"You know the instructions. Just because you work in the Ultroom don"t get to thinking human life doesn"t have any value. We wouldn"t be here if it hadn"t. But to unnecessarily kill--" The older man shook his head. "You could have killed yourself as well and we"d never get the job done. As it is, you almost totally obliterated me." Tendal 13 paced the length of the cell and back again, gesturing as he talked.
"It was only with the greatest effort I pulled myself back together again. I doubt that you could have done it. And then all the while you"ve been sitting here, probably enjoying yourself with your special brand of humor I have grown to despise."
"You didn"t have to come along at all, you know," Arvid 6 said.
"How well I know! How sorry I am that I ever did! It was only because I was sorry for you, because someone older and more experienced than you was needed. I volunteered. Imagine that! I volunteered! Tendal 13 reaches the height of stupidity and volunteers to help Arvid 6 go back 6,000 years to bring Kanad back, to correct a mistake Arvid 6 made!"
He snorted. "I still can"t believe I was ever that stupid. I only prove it when I pinch myself and here I am.
"Oh, you"ve been a joy to be with! First it was that hunt in ancient Mycenae when you let the lion escape the hunters" quaint spears and we were partly eaten by the lion in the bargain, although you dazzled the hunters, deflecting their spears. And then your zest for drink when we were with Octavian in Alexandria that led to everybody"s amus.e.m.e.nt but ours when we were ambushed by Anthony"s men. And worst of all, that English barmaid you became engrossed with at our last stop in 1609, when her husband mistook me for you and you let him take me apart piece by piece--"
"All right, all right," Arvid 6 said. "I"ll admit I"ve made some mistakes. You"re just not adventurous, that"s all."
"Shut up! For once you"re going to listen to me. Our instructions specifically stated we were to have as little as possible to do with these people. But at every turn you"ve got us more and more enmeshed with them. If that"s adventure, you can have it." Tendal 13 sat down wearily and sank his head in his hands. "It was you who conceived the idea of taking Reggie right out of his play pen. "Watch me take that child right out from under its mother"s nose" were your exact words.
And before I could stop you, you did. Only you forgot an important factor in the equation--the dog, Tiger. And you nursed a dogbite most of the afternoon before it healed. And then you took your spite out on the poor thing by suggesting suffocation to it that night.
"And speaking of that night, you remember we agreed I was to do the talking. But no, you pulled a switch and captured Martin Laughton"s attention. "I came as soon as I could, Martin," you said. And suddenly I played a very minor role. "This is my new a.s.sistant, Dr. Tompkins,"
you said. And then what happened? I get shot in the legs and you get a hole in your back. We were both nearly obliterated that time and we didn"t even come close to getting the child.
"Still you wanted to run the whole show. "I"m younger than you," you said. "I"ll take the wheel." And the next thing I know I"m floating in s.p.a.ce halfway to nowhere with two broken legs, a spinal injury, concussion and some of the finest bruises you ever saw."
"These twentieth century machines aren"t what they ought to be," Arvid 6 said.
"You never run out of excuses, do you, Arvid? Remember what you said in the Ultroom when you pushed the lever clear over and transferred Kanad back 6,000 years? "My hand slipped." As simple as that. "My hand slipped." It was so simple everyone believed you. You were given no real punishment. In a way it was a reward--at least to you--getting to go back and rescue the life germ of Kanad out of each era he"d be born in."
Tendal 13 turned and looked steadily and directly at Arvid 6. "Do you know what I think? I think you deliberately pushed the lever over as far as it would go _just to see what would happen_. That"s how simple I think it was."
Arvid 6 flushed, turned away and looked at the floor.
"What crazy things have you been doing since I"ve been gone?" Tendal 13 asked.
Arvid 6 sighed. "After what you just said I guess it wouldn"t amuse you, although it has me. They got to me right after the accident before I had a chance to collect my wits, dematerialize or anything--you said we shouldn"t dematerialize in front of anybody."
"That"s right."
"Well, I didn"t know what to do. I could see they thought I was drunk, so I was. But they had a blood sample before I could manufacture any alcohol in my blood, although I implanted a memory in them that I reeked of it." He laughed. "I fancy they"re thoroughly confused."
"And you"re thoroughly amused, no doubt. Have they questioned you?"
"At great length. They had a psychiatrist in to see me. He was a queer fellow with the most stupid set of questions and tests I ever saw."
"And you amused yourself with him."
"I suppose you"d think so."
"Who do you tell them you are?"
"John Smith. A rather prevalent name here, I understand. I manufactured a pasteboard called a social security card and a driver"s license--"