"Go ahead, Flora," she urged. "Make up with Conn. It won't be any harder than making up with Wade3 was."
"How did that happen, by the way?" Conn asked.
"Your girlfriend," Flora said. "She came to the house and[Pg 161] practically forced me into a car and flew me into Storisende, and then made me keep quiet and listen while Wade told me the truth."
"I wasn't completely sure what the truth was myself till Wade opened up," Sylvie admitted. "I had a pretty good idea, though."
"I always hated that Merlin thing," Flora burst out. "All those old men in Fawzi's office, dreaming about the wonderful things Merlin was going to do, with everything crumbling4 around them and everybody getting poorer every year, and doing nothing, nothing! And when you were coming home, I was expecting you to tell them there was no Merlin and to go to work and do something for themselves. But you didn't, and I couldn't see what you were trying to do. And then when Wade joined you and Father, I thought he was either helping5 you put over some kind of a swindle or else he'd started believing in Merlin himself. I should have seen what you were trying to do from the beginning. At least, from when you talked them into cleaning the town up and fixing the escalators and getting the fountains going again."
So the fountains weren't dusty any more.
"How's Mother taking things now?"
Flora looked distressed6. "She goes around wringing7 her hands. Honestly. I never saw anybody doing that outside a soap opera. Half the time she thinks you and Father are a pair of unprincipled scoundrels, and the other half she thinks you're going to let Merlin destroy the world."
"I'm beginning to be afraid of something like that myself."
"Huh? But Merlin's just a big fake, isn't it? You're using it to make these people do something they wouldn't do for themselves, aren't you?"
"It started that way. What do you think all this is about?" he asked, gesturing toward the excavation and the two giant mining machines digging and blasting and pounding away at the rock.
"Well, to keep Kurt Fawzi and that crowd happy, I suppose. It seems like an awful waste of time, though."
"I'm afraid it isn't. I'm afraid Merlin, or something just[Pg 162] as bad, is down there. That's why I'm here, instead of on Koshchei. I want to keep people like Fawzi from doing anything foolish with it when they find it."
"But there can't be a Merlin!"
"I'm afraid there is. Not the sort of a Merlin Fawzi expects to find; that thing's too small for that. But there's something down there...."
The question of size bothered him. That drum-shaped superstructure couldn't even hold the personnel-record machine they had found here, or the computers at the Storisende Stock Exchange. It could have been an intelligence-evaluator, or an enemy-intentions predictor, but it seemed small even for that. It would be something like a computer; that was as far as he was able to go. And it could be something completely outside the reach of his imagination.
At the back of his mind, the suspicion grew that Carl Leibert knew exactly what it was. And he became more and more convinced that he had seen the self-styled preacher before.
Finally, the whole top of the hundred-foot collapsium-covered structure was uncovered, and the excavation had been leveled out wide enough to accommodate all the massive paraphernalia8 of the collapsium-cutter. They put The Thing onto contragravity again, and brought her down in place; the work of lifting off the reactor9 and the converter and the rest of it, piece by piece, began. Finally, everything was set up.
A dozen and a half of them were gathered in the room that had become their meeting-place, after dinner. They were all too tired to start the cutting that night, and at the same time excited and anxious. They talked in disconnected snatches, and then somebody put on one of the telecast screens. A music program was just ending; there was a brief silence, and then a commentator10 appeared, identifying his news-service. He spoke11 rapidly and breathlessly, his professional gravity cracking all over.
"The hypership City of Asgard, from Aton, has just come into telecast range," he began. "We have received an exclusive[Pg 163] Interworld News Service story, recently brought to Aton on the Pan-Federation Spacelines ship Magellanic, from Terra.
"News of revived interest in the Third Force computer, Merlin, having reached Terra by way of Odin, representatives of Interworld News, to which this service subscribes12, interviewed retired13 Force-General Foxx Travis, now living, at the advanced age of a hundred and fourteen, on Luna. General Travis, who commanded the Third Fleet-Army Force here during the War, categorically denied that there had ever existed any super-computer of the sort.
"We bring you, now, a recorded interview with General Travis, made on Luna...."
For an instant, Conn felt the room around him whirling dizzily, and then he caught hold of himself. Everybody else was shouting in sudden consternation14, and then everybody was hushing everybody else and making twice as much noise. The screen flickered15; the commentator vanished, and instead, seated in the deep-cushioned chair, was the thin and frail16 old man with whom Conn had talked two years before, and through an open segment of the dome-roof behind him the full Earth shone, the continents of the Western Hemisphere plainly distinguishable. A young woman in starchy nurse's white bent17 forward solicitously18 from beside the chair, handing him a small beaker from which he sipped19 some stimulant20. He looked much as he had when Conn had talked to him. But there was something missing....
Oh, yes. The comparative youngster of seventy-some—"Mike Shanlee ... my aide-de-camp on Poictesme ... now he thinks he's my keeper...." He wasn't in evidence, and he should be. Then Conn knew where and when he had seen the man who claimed to be a preacher named Carl Leibert.
"There is absolutely no truth in it, gentlemen," Travis was saying. "There never was any such computer. I only wish there had been; it would have shortened the War by years. We did, of course, use computers of all sorts, but they were all the conventional types used by business organizations...."
The rest was lost in a new outburst of shouting: General Travis, in the screen, continued in dumb-show. The only[Pg 164] thing Conn could distinguish was Leibert's—Shanlee's—voice, screaming: "Can it be a lie? Is there no Great Computer?" Then Kurt Fawzi was pounding on the top of the desk and bellowing21, "Shut up! Listen!"
"Frankly22, I'm surprised," Travis was continuing. "Young Maxwell talked to me, here in this room, a couple of years ago; I told him then that nothing of the sort existed. If he's back on Poictesme telling people there is, he's lying to them and taking advantage of their credulity. There never was anything called Project Merlin...."
"Why, that's right!" Professor Kellton exclaimed. "My students did find a dozen references to Project Merlin. He couldn't be ignorant of anything like that."
"This youth has been lying to us all along!" the old man with the beard cried, pointing an accusing finger at Conn. "He has created false hopes; he has given us faith in a delusion24. Why, he is the wickedest monster in human history!"
"Well, thank you, General Travis," another voice, from the screen-speaker, was saying. The only calm voice in the room. "That was a most excellent statement, sir. It should...."
"Conn, you didn't tell us you'd talked to General Travis," Morgan Gatworth was saying. "Why didn't you?"
"Because I never believed anything he told me. You were in Kurt Fawzi's office the day I came home; you know how shocked everybody was when I told you I hadn't been able to learn anything positive. Why should I repeat his lies and discourage everybody that much more? Why, he'd deny there was a Merlin if he was sitting on top of it," Conn declared. "He wants the credit for winning the War, not for letting Merlin win it for him."
"I don't blame Conn," Klem Zareff said. "If he'd told us that then, some of us might have believed it."
"And look what we found," Kurt Fawzi added, pointing at the ceiling. "Is that Merlin up there, or isn't it?"
"That little thing!" Shanlee cried scornfully. "How could that be Merlin? I am going to my chamber25, to pray for forgiveness for this wretch26."[Pg 165]
He turned and started for the door.
"Stop him, Tom!" Conn said, and Tom Brangwyn put himself in front of the older man, gripping his right arm. Shanlee tried, briefly27, to resist.
"Seems to me you lost faith in Merlin awfully28 quick," the former town marshal of Litchfield said. "You knew there was a Merlin all along, and you never wanted us to find it."
Franz Veltrin, who had been "Leibert's" most enthusiastic adherent29, had also lost faith suddenly; he was shouting vituperation at the Prophet of Merlin.
"Knock it off, Franz; he was only doing his duty," Conn said. "Weren't you, General Shanlee?"
It took almost a minute before they stopped yelling for an explanation and allowed him to make one. He caught Klem Zareff's comment: "Must be pretty hot, if they have to send a general to handle it."
"I talked to Travis, yes. He gave me the same story he just repeated on that interview," Conn said, picking his way carefully between fact and fiction. "After I went back to Montevideo, he and this aide of his must have been afraid I didn't believe it, which I didn't. When I was ready to graduate, I got this offer of an instructorship30; that was a bribe31 to keep me on Terra and off Poictesme. When I turned it down and took the Mizar home, Travis sent Shanlee after me. He must have grown that beard and that pageboy bob on the way out. I suppose he contacted Murchison as soon as he landed. Wait a minute."
He went to the communication screen and punched out a combination. A girl appeared and singsonged: "Barton-Massarra, Investigation32 and Protection."
"Conn Maxwell here. We gave you some audiovisuals of a man with a white beard, alias33 Carl Leibert," he began.
"Just a sec, Mr. Maxwell." She spoke quickly into a handphone. The screen flickered, and she was replaced by a hard-faced young man in dark clothes.
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell; Joe Massarra. We haven't anything on Leibert yet."
"Are any of the officers of the Andromeda where you can[Pg 166] contact them? Let them see those audiovisual. I'll bet that beard was grown aboard ship coming out from Terra."
Bedlam34 broke out suddenly. Shanlee, who had been standing35 passively, his right arm loosely grasped by Tom Brangwyn, came down on Brangwyn's instep with the heel of his left foot and hit Brangwyn under the chin with the heel of his left palm. Wrenching36 his arm free, he started for the door. Sylvie Jacquemont snatched a chair and threw it along the floor; it hit the fleeing man's ankles and brought him down. Half a dozen men piled on top of him, and Brangwyn was yelling to them not to choke him to death till he could answer some questions.
"Hey, what's going on?" the detective-agency man in the screen was asking. "Need help? We'll start a car right away."
"Everything's under control, thank you."
Massarra hesitated for a moment. "What's the dope on this statement that was on telecast a few minutes ago?" he asked.
"Travis doesn't want us to find Merlin. What you just heard was one of his people, planted here at Force Command. We're going to question him when we have time. But there isn't a word of truth in that statement you just heard on the Herald-Guardian newscast. Merlin exists, and we've found it. We'll have it opened inside of thirty hours at most."
That was the line he was going to take with everybody. As soon as he had Massarra off the screen, he was punching the combination of his father's private screen at Interplanetary Building. It took five interminable minutes before Rodney Maxwell came on. He could hear Klem Zareff shouting orders into one of the inside communication screens—general turnout, everything on combat-ready; guards to come at once to the office.
"How close are you to digging that thing out?" his father asked as soon as he appeared.
"We're down to it; we can start cutting the collapsium any time now."
"Start cutting it ten minutes ago," his father told him. "And don't leave Force Command till you have it open. How many men and vehicles does Klem have for defense37?[Pg 167] You'll need all of them in a couple of hours. Everybody here is stunned38, now; they'll come out of it inside an hour, and they'll come out fighting."
"You'd better come out here." He turned, saw Jerry Rivas helping hold Shanlee in a chair, and shouted to him: "Jerry! Turn out the workmen. Start cutting the can open right away." He turned back to his father. "Klem's just ordered all his force out. Are you coming here?"
"I can't. In about an hour, everything's going up with a bang. I have to be here to grab a few of the pieces."
"You'll do a lot of good in jail, or on the end of a rope."
"Chance I have to take," his father replied. "I think I'll have a couple of hours. If anybody from the press calls you, what are you going to tell them?"
Conn repeated the line he had taken already. His father nodded.
"All right. I'll call you later. If I can. Just keep things going at your end."
A dozen of Klem Zareff's men were crowding into the room.
"This man's under close arrest," the old soldier was telling them. "He is very important and very dangerous. Take him out somewhere, search him to the skin, take his clothes away from him and give him a robe. He's to be watched every second; make sure he hasn't poison or other suicide means. He's to be questioned later."
As soon as Rodney Maxwell was off the screen, there was a call-signal. It was one of the news-services, wanting a statement.
"I'll take it," Gatworth said, and then began talking:
"This statement of General Travis's is completely false. There is a Merlin, and we've found it...."
They found something that might be good-enough Merlin for the next thirty hours. That superstructure was just big enough for the manually operated parts of a computer like Merlin; the input39 and output, and the programming machines.
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