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The pilot came up to them.
“You will start now, please,” he said. “As soon as possible. There is muchto be done, and we are late on schedule.”
Hilary recoiled1 for a moment. She put her hand nervously2 to her throat.
The pearl choker she was wearing broke under the strain of her fingers.
She picked up the loose pearls and crammed3 them into her pocket.
They all got into the station wagon4. Hilary was on a long bench crowdedup with Peters one side of her and Mrs. Baker5 the other. Turning her headtowards the American woman, Hilary said:
“So you — so you — are what you might call the liaison6 officer, Mrs.
Baker?”
“That hits it off exactly. And though I say it myself, I’m well qualified7.
Nobody is surprised to find an American woman getting around and trav-elling a lot.”
She was still plump and smiling, but Hilary sensed, or thought shesensed, a difference. The slight fatuity8 and surface conventionality hadgone. This was an efficient, probably ruthless woman.
“It will make a fine sensation in the headlines,” said Mrs. Baker. Shelaughed with some enjoyment9. “You, I mean, my dear. Persistently10 doggedby ill-luck, they’ll say. First nearly losing your life in the crash at Casab-lanca, then being killed in this further disaster.”
Hilary realized suddenly the cleverness of the plan.
“These others?” she murmured. “Are they who they say they are?”
“Why yes. Dr. Barron is a bacteriologist, I believe. Mr. Ericsson a verybrilliant young physicist11, Mr. Peters is a research chemist, Miss Needheim,of course, isn’t a nun12, she’s an endocrinologist. Me, as I say, I’m only the li-aison officer. I don’t belong in this scientific bunch.” She laughed again asshe said, “That Hetherington woman never had a chance.”
“Miss Hetherington—was she—was she—”
Mrs. Baker nodded emphatically.
“If you ask me, she’s been tailing you. Took over in Casablanca fromwhoever followed you out.”
“But she didn’t come with us today although I urged her to?”
“That wouldn’t have been in character,” said Mrs. Baker. “It would havelooked a little too obvious to go back again to Marrakesh after having beenthere already. No, she’ll have sent a telegram or a phone message throughand there’ll be someone waiting at Marrakesh to pick you up when you ar-rive. When you arrive! That’s a good laugh, isn’t it? Look! Look there now!
Up she goes.”
They had been driving rapidly away across the desert, and now as Hil-ary craned forward to look through the little window, she saw a greatglow behind them. A faint sound of an explosion came to her ears. Petersthrew his head back and laughed. He said:
“Six people die when plane to Marrakesh crashes!”
Hilary said almost under her breath:
“It’s—it’s rather frightening.”
“Stepping off into the unknown?” It was Peters who spoke13. He was seri-ous enough now. “Yes, but it’s the only way. We’re leaving the Past andstepping out towards the Future.” His face lit up with sudden enthusiasm.
“We’ve got to get quit of all the bad, mad old stuff. Corrupt14 governmentsand the warmongers15. We’ve got to go into the new world—the world ofscience, clean away from the scum and the driftwood.”
Hilary drew a deep breath.
“That’s like the things my husband used to say,” she said, deliberately16.
“Your husband?” he shot her a quick glance. “Why, was he Tom Better-ton?”
Hilary nodded.
“Well, that’s great. I never knew him out in the States, though I nearlymet him more than once. ZE Fission17 is one of the most brilliant discoveriesof this age—yes, I certainly take my hat off to him. Worked with old Man-nheim, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” said Hilary.
“Didn’t they tell me he’d married Mannheim’s daughter. But surelyyou’re not—”
“I’m his second wife,” said Hilary, flushing a little. “He—his—Elsa diedin America.”
“I remember. Then he went to Britain to work there. Then he riled themby disappearing.” He laughed suddenly. “Walked slap out of some Parisconference into nowhere.” He added, as though in further appreciation,“Lord, you can’t say They don’t organize well.”
Hilary agreed with him. The excellence18 of their organization was send-ing a cold pang19 of apprehension20 through her. All the plans, codes, signsthat had been so elaborately arranged were going to be useless now, fornow there would be no trail to pick up. Things had been so arranged thateveryone on the fatal plane had been fellow-travellers bound for the Un-known Destination where Thomas Betterton had gone before them. Therewould be no trace left. Nothing, but a burnt-out plane. There would evenbe charred21 bodies in the plane. Could they—was it possible that Jessop andhis organization could guess that she, Hilary, was not one of those charredbodies? She doubted it. The accident had been so convincing, so clever.
Peters spoke again. His voice was boyish with enthusiasm. For himthere were no qualms22, no looking back, only eagerness to go forward.
“I wonder,” he said, “where do we go from here?”
Hilary, too, wondered, because again much depended on that. Sooner orlater there must be contacts with humanity. Sooner or later, if investiga-tion was made, the fact that a station wagon with six people in it resem-bling the description of those who had left that morning by plane mightpossibly be noted23 by someone. She turned to Mrs. Baker and asked, tryingto make her tone the counterpart of the childish eagerness of the youngAmerican beside her.
“Where are we going—what happens next?”
“You’ll see,” said Mrs. Baker, and for all the pleasantness of her voice,there was something somehow ominous24 in those words.
They drove on. Behind them the flare25 of the plane still showed in thesky, showed all the more clearly because the sun was now dropping belowthe horizon. Night fell. Still they drove. The going was bad, since they wereobviously not on any main road. Sometimes they seemed to be on fieldtracks, at other times they drove over open country.
For a long time Hilary remained awake, thoughts and apprehensionsturning round in her head excitedly. But at last, shaken and tossed fromside to side, exhaustion26 had its way and she fell asleep. It was a brokensleep. Various ruts and jars in the road awoke her. For a moment or twoshe would wonder confusedly where she was, then reality would comeback to her. She would remain awake for a few moments, her thoughts ra-cing round in confused apprehension, then once more her head woulddrop forward and nod, and once again she would sleep.

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