Dr McCulloch looked round him, a little uncertain of what he was going todo or say next. The evening had been a somewhat unusual experience forhim.
Lisa Neumann came to him and set a glass by his side.
‘A hot toddy,’ she said.
‘I always knew you were a woman in a thousand, Lisa.’ He sipped1 ap-preciatively.
‘I must say I’d like to know what all this has been about–but I gather it’sthe sort of thing that’s so hush2-hush that nobody’s going to tell me any-thing.’
‘The Professor–he’s all right, isn’t he?’
‘The Professor?’ He looked at her anxious face, kindly3. ‘He’s fine. If youask me, it’s done him a world of good.’
‘I thought perhaps the shock–’
‘I’m quite all right,’ said Shoreham. ‘Shock treatment is what I needed. Ifeel–how shall I put it–alive again.’ He looked surprised.
McCulloch said to Lisa, ‘Notice how much stronger his voice is? It’sapathy really that’s the enemy in these cases–what he wants is to workagain–the stimulation4 of some brain work. Music is all very well–it’s kepthim soothed5 and able to enjoy life in a mild way. But he’s really a man ofgreat intellectual power–and he misses the mental activity that was the es-sence of life to him. Get him started on it again if you can.’
He nodded encouragingly at her as she looked doubtfully at him.
‘I think, Dr McCulloch,’ said Colonel Munro, ‘that we owe you a few ex-planations of what happened this evening, even though, as you surmise,the powers- that- be will demand a hush- hush policy. Lord Altamount’sdeath–’ He hesitated.
‘The bullet didn’t actually kill him,’ said the doctor, ‘death was due toshock. That hypodermic would have done the trick–strychnine. The youngman–’
‘I only just got it away from him in time,’ said Horsham.
‘Been the fly in the ointment6 all along?’ asked the doctor.
‘Yes–regarded with trust and affection for over seven years. The son ofone of Lord Altamount’s oldest friends–’
‘It happens. And the lady–in it together, do I understand?’
‘Yes. She got the post here by false credentials7. She is also wanted by thepolice for murder.’
‘Murder?’
‘Yes. Murder of her husband, Sam Cortman, the American Ambassador.
She shot him on the steps of the Embassy–and told a fine tale of youngmen, masked, attacking him.’
‘Why did she have it in for him? Political or personal?’
‘He found out about some of her activities, we think.’
‘I’d say he suspected infidelity,’ said Horsham. ‘instead he discovered ahornets’ nest of espionage8 and conspiracy9, and his wife running the show.
He didn’t know quite how to deal with it. Nice chap, but slow-thinking–and she had the sense to act quickly. Wonderful how she registered griefat the Memorial Service.’
‘Memorial–’ said Professor Shoreham.
Everyone, slightly startled, turned round to look at him.
‘Difficult word to say, memorial–but I mean it. Lisa, you and I are goingto have to start work again.’
‘But, Robert–’
‘I’m alive again. Ask the doctor if I ought to take things easy.’
Lisa turned her eyes inquiringly on McCulloch.
‘If you do, you’ll shorten your life and sink back into apathy–’
‘There you are,’ said Shoreham. ‘Fash-fashion–medical fashion today.
Make everyone, even if they’re–at–death’s door–go on working–’
Dr McCulloch laughed and got up.
‘Not far wrong. I’ll send you some pills along to help.’
‘I shan’t take them.’
‘You’ll do.’
At the door the doctor paused. ‘Just want to know–how did you get thepolice along so quickly?’
‘Squadron Leader Andrews,’ said Munro, ‘had it all in hand. Arrived onthe dot. We knew the woman was around somewhere, but had no idea shewas in the house already.’
‘Well–I’ll be off. Is all you’ve told me true? Feel I shall wake up anyminute, having dropped off to sleep half way through the latest thriller10.
Spies, murders, traitors11, espionage, scientists–’
He went out.
There was a silence.
Professor Shoreham said slowly and carefully:
‘Back to work–’
Lisa said as women have always said:
‘You must be careful, Robert–’
‘Not–not careful. Time might be short.’
He said again:
‘Memorial–’
‘What do you mean? You said it before.’
‘Memorial? Yes. To Edward. His Memorial! Always used to think he hadthe face of a martyr12.’
Shoreham seemed lost in thought.
‘I’d like to get hold of Gottlieb. May be dead. Good man to work with.
With him and with you, Lisa–get the stuff out of the bank–’
‘Professor Gottlieb is alive–in the Baker13 Foundation, Austin, Texas,’ saidMr Robinson.
‘What are you talking of doing?’ said Lisa.
‘Benvo, of course! Memorial to Edward Altamount. He died for it, didn’the? Nobody should die in vain.’

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