Arthur Zagat - The Golden Age of Science Fiction Volume IX

Cranehart rubbed the side of his nose with a fingertip, said meditatively, “You won’t be forced to. Not directly.” He nodded at the window. “On the landing flange out there is an aircar. It is possible that this aircar will be found wrecked in the mountains some four hundred miles north of here early tomorrow morning. Naturally, we have a satisfactory story prepared to cover such an eventuality.”

Sanford whitened slowly. He said, “So you’d resort to murder!”

Cranehart was silent for a few seconds. “Mr. Sanford,” he said then, “you, as a member of the Territorial Office, know very well that the Geest War has consumed over four hundred million human lives to date. That is the circumstance which obliges your government to insist on your co-operation. I advise you to give it.”

“But you have no proof! You have nothing but surmises—”

“Consider this,” Cranehart said. “A conspiracy of the type I have described constitutes a capital offense under present conditions. Are you certain that you would prefer us to continue to look for proof?”

Ronald Black said in a harsh voice, “And what would the outcome be if we did choose to co-operate?”

“Well, we can’t afford to leave men of your type in a position of influence, Mr. Black,” Cranehart said amiably. “And you understand, I’m sure, that it would be entirely too difficult to keep you under proper surveillance on Earth—”

Celia Adams said from outside the cabin door, “I think it is them, Phil. Both cars have started to circle.”

Phil Boles came to the door behind her and looked up. It was early evening—Roye’s sun just down, and a few stars out. The sky above the sea was still light. After a moment, he made out the two aircars moving in a wide, slow arc far overhead. He glanced at his watch.

“Twenty minutes late,” he remarked. “But it couldn’t be anyone else. And if they hadn’t all come along, they wouldn’t have needed two cars.” He hesitated. “We can’t tell how they’re going to take this, Celia, but they may have decided already that they could make out better without us.” He nodded towards the edge of the cliff. “Short way over there, and a long drop to the water! So don’t let them surprise you.”

She said coldly, “I won’t. And I’ve used guns before this.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it.” Phil reached back behind the door, picked up a flarelight standing beside a heavy machine rifle, and came outside. He pointed the light at the cars and touched the flash button briefly three times. After a moment, there were two answering flashes from the leading car.

“So Wayne Jackson’s in the front car,” Phil said. “Now let’s see what they do.” He returned the light to its place behind the door and came out again, standing about twelve feet to one side of Celia. The aircars vanished inland, came back at treetop level a few minutes later. One settled down quietly between the cabin and the edge of the cliff, the other following but dropping to the ground a hundred yards away, where it stopped. Phil glanced over at Celia, said softly, “Watch that one!” She nodded almost imperceptibly, right hand buried in her jacket pocket.

The near door of the car before them opened. Major Wayne Jackson, hatless and in hunting clothes, climbed out, staring at them. He said, “Anyone else here?”

“Just Celia and myself,” Phil said.

Jackson turned, spoke into the car and two men, similarly dressed, came out behind him. Phil recognized Ronald Black and Sanford. The three started over to the cabin, stopped a dozen feet away.

Jackson said sardonically, “Our five other previous Earthside partners are in the second car. In spite of your insistence to meet the whole group, they don’t want you and Celia to see their faces. They don’t wish to be identifiable.” He touched his coat lapel. “They’ll hear what we’re saying over this communicator and they could talk to you, but won’t unless they feel it’s necessary. You’ll have to take my word for it that we’re all present.”

“That’s good enough,” Phil said.

“All right,” Jackson went on, “now what did you mean by forcing us to take this chance? Let me make it plain. Colonel Thayer hasn’t been accused of collaborating in the Roye gun hoax, but he got a black eye out of the affair just the same. And don’t forget that a planet with colonial status is technically under martial law, which includes the civilians. If Silas Thayer can get his hands on the guilty persons, the situation will become a lot more unpleasant than it already is.”

Phil addressed Ronald Black, “Then how about you two? When you showed up here again on a transfer list, Thayer must have guessed why.”

Black shook his head. “Both of us exercised the privilege of changing our names just prior to the outtransfer. He doesn’t know we’re on Roye. We don’t intend to let him find out.”

Phil asked, “Did you make any arrangements to get out of Roye again?”

“Before leaving Earth?” Black showed his teeth in a humorless smile. “Boles, you have no idea of how abruptly and completely the government men cut us off from our every resource! We were given no opportunity to draw up plans to escape from exile, believe me.”

Phil glanced over at Celia. “In that case,” he said, a little thickly, “we’d better see if we can’t draw some up together immediately.”

Jackson asked, staring, “What are you talking about, Phil? Don’t think for a moment Silas Thayer isn’t doing what he can to find out who put that trick over on him. I’m not at all sure he doesn’t suspect me. And if he can tie it to us, it’s our neck. If you have some crazy idea of getting off the planet now, let me tell you that for the next few years we can’t risk making a single move! If we stay quiet, we’re safe. We—”

“I don’t think we’d be safe,” Phil said.

On his right, Celia Adams added sharply, “The gentleman in the other car who’s just started to lower that window had better raise it again! If he’s got good eyesight, he’ll see I have a gun pointed at him. Yes, that’s much better! Go on, Phil.”

“Have you both gone out of your minds?” Jackson demanded.

“No,” Celia said. She laughed with a sudden shakiness in her tone, added, “Though I don’t know why we haven’t! We’ve thought of the possibility that the rest of you might feel it would be better if Phil and I weren’t around any more, Wayne.”

“That’s nonsense!” Jackson said.

“Maybe. Anyway, don’t try it. You wouldn’t be doing yourselves a favor even if it worked. Better listen now.”

“Listen to what?” Jackson demanded exasperatedly. “I’m telling you it will be all right, if we just don’t make any mistakes. The only real pieces of evidence were your duplicator and the original gun. Since we’re rid of those—”

“We’re not rid of the gun, Wayne,” Phil said. “I still have it. I haven’t dared get rid of it.”

“You… what do you mean?”

“I was with Beulah in the Fort Roye hospital when she died,” Phil said. He added to Ronald Black, “That was two days after the ship brought the seven of you in.”

Black nodded, his eyes alert. “Major Jackson informed me.”

“She was very weak, of course, but quite lucid,” Phil went on. “She talked a good deal—reminiscing, and in a rather happy vein. She finally mentioned the Geest gun, and how Uncle William used to keep us boys… Wayne and me… spell-bound with stories about the Gunderland Battle, and how he’d picked the gun up there.”

Jackson began, “And what does—”

“He didn’t get the gun there,” Phil said. “Beulah said Uncle William came in from Earth with the first shipment of settlers and was never off Roye again in his life.”