Evil Genius Part 42

Cadel's guts seemed to dissolve. He experienced an overwhelming sense of relief and grat.i.tude, even though, at the same time, a warning bell was sounding in his brain. As their car split away from the convoy, purring off down a side-street, Cadel stared up at the familiar beaky nose and hollow cheeks. The gleam of the streetlights, as they whizzed past, wove a flickering pattern on one side of the psychologist's face.

'ThaThaddeus,' he stammered. 'Put that top on, Cadel,' Thaddeus replied quietly. 'You don't want to get cold.'

Obediently, Cadel pulled the sweats.h.i.+rt down over his head. It was far too big for him. Thaddeus began to roll the sleeves up, with neat, practised movements.

'How did you know where I was?' asked Cadel, faintly.

'Give me a little credit, dear boy.'

'They jumped me at the house a '

'Yes. Gazo told me.'

'Gazo told you?'

'I don't know what you've done to that fellow, Cadel, but he's positively smitten.' Thaddeus sounded amused. 'Apparently, after he dropped you off at the Piggotts', he had second thoughts. Went back to check on you, he said. Found the remains of the housekeeper. Came tearing out to Yarramundi to raise the alarm. Knew I was there, for some reason.' A ghost of a chuckle. 'Not a tool that I would have chosen, but he's proven to be of some use.'

'It was Max,' said Cadel, rambling a bit. 'He was scared.'

'I'm aware of that.'

'What happened? I thought I was being followed . . .'

'Grunts will be Grunts,' said Thaddeus, in chillingly flat tones. 'It comes of sending a moron to do a man's work. They parked outside your house and watched you go in. When Max arrived to pick you up, they let him walk right up to their car, the idiots. Didn't think he was any kind of threat. Naturally, they got a couple of shots between the eyes as a result.' Thaddeus placed a gentle hand on Cadel's curls before declaring, without expression: 'At least they got what they deserved.'

Cadel wasn't shocked. He didn't have the energy. Instead he began to s.h.i.+ver; he couldn't seem to stop. He felt the weight of Thaddeus's hand leave his head, and an arm tighten around his shoulders.

'You're all right,' said Thaddeus.

'I'm c-c-cold.'

'It's the shock.' Thaddeus struggled out of his jacket, which he draped around Cadel's hunched form. 'Here. Is that better?' 'I used my s.h.i.+rt for the fire,' Cadel went on, his words and thoughts both strangely sluggish. 'I lit a fire . . .'

'But of course you did. I'd have expected nothing less.'

After that, Cadel subsided. He even dozed off. When he woke up, he found himself draped across the psychologist's lap. The car was still moving.

'Where are we?' he mumbled, struggling upright.

'Nearly there,' said Thaddeus.

'Nearly where?'

'Nearly at my house.'

Something clenched inside Cadel's stomach. He squinted out of the window, but saw only darkness. Then all at once the car swerved. It left the smooth asphalt and bounced onto something rough. Cadel could hear gravel crackling under the tyres.

They were on a curved driveway. Cadel saw it spotlit by their headlights, which also swept across low bushes, flicked past tree trunks and finally came to rest on a large, two-storeyed house with a lot of s.h.i.+ning windows. The engine died. Thaddeus opened the door beside him.

'You can get out now, Cadel,' he said.

Clumsily, Cadel struggled out of the car after Thaddeus. As soon as his bare feet touched the gravel, he became aware of a salty smell, and a rhythmic hissing noise.

'What's that sound?' he gasped.

'The sea,' said Thaddeus.

Cadel froze. The sea! Why were they at the sea? He looked around in sudden fear, unable to penetrate the darkness encroaching on all sides. Were they at the edge of a cliff?

He took a step backwards.

'Cadel, Cadel.' Thaddeus leaned towards him, placing one long, thin hand against his cheek. 'What's wrong? You're not afraid of me, are you?' And he laughed a soft laugh that made Cadel's skin crawl.

'I a I want to go home,' Cadel whimpered.

'Home?' Thaddeus straightened; his hand dropped. 'What home? Oh, you mean that silly-looking house where James Guisnal and Sue Croft live? I'm afraid that's out of bounds for the moment, Cadel. Until we clean up the mess. Mrs Ang was there, you see. When Max's men paid their little visit.'

Mrs Ang? James Guisnal? Cadel couldn't cope any more. He began to shake again. How did Thaddeus know that he knew about James Guisnal?

'Let's go in now.' Thaddeus closed his long fingers around Cadel's arm. 'We need to warm you up. And you could do with a bath as well, I think.'

Nudged forward, Cadel limped towards the house. Thaddeus, however, noticed his uneven gait at once.

'What is it?' the psychologist said sharply. 'Did they hurt you?'

'It's my foot . . .'

'Vadi!' Thaddeus called, and the front door opened. Silhouetted against the dazzle of a chandelier was a slim, broad-shouldered figure in a tailcoat. It moved towards them down several flights of steps, which appeared to be chiselled into solid bedrock.

'Vadi, this is Cadel,' Thaddeus said, as the mysterious figure stopped in front of them. 'I want you to carry him inside. Wilfreda! Where are you?'

'I'm here,' said a voice in the shadows.

'Get a room ready, will you?'

'Yes, sir.'

Cadel was scooped up by the man in the tailcoat, who turned out to be young and stony-faced, with dusky skin and long, dark eyes that struck Cadel as being slightly peculiar. Cadel got a good look at him as soon as they entered the house, which was lit up like a Christmas tree; he saw that the peculiarity lay, not so much in the man's eyes, but in his eyelids. It was something about the way he blinked.

The blinks were so rapid, however, that Cadel couldn't put his finger on why they disturbed him.

'In here,' said Thaddeus, gesturing. 'Put him on the couch.'

Vadi obeyed. As he was carried along, Cadel had a confused impression of large s.p.a.ces, vivid tapestries and gleaming marble floors. He was finally deposited in a downstairs room that contained a fur rug, a stone wall with a fireplace embedded in it, and hectares of floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond the windows lay nothing but darkness. Cadel could see himself reflected in one of the huge expanses of gla.s.s, along with the bronze sculptures and wing chairs and bright paintings that surrounded him.

'Go and run a bath, will you, Vadi?' said Thaddeus.

'Yes, sir.'

'I'll just take a look at this foot.'

While Cadel fell back into the well-stuffed cus.h.i.+ons of a ma.s.sive built-in sofa, Thaddeus knelt beside him and took his swollen foot carefully in one bony hand.

'Can you move it?' asked Thaddeus.

'Yes.'

'Wiggle your toes.'

Cadel obeyed. Then Thaddeus pressed his thumbs against ankle and instep until Cadel yelped.

'You've got a bruised bone,' said the psychologist. 'Or maybe even a hairline fracture. But there's nothing much you can do about that, except take it easy.' He dropped the foot. 'Ice won't help much at this late stage, though a painkiller might. You can take one after your bath.' He smiled as he regarded Cadel, a glint in his eye. 'I don't know what clothes I'm going to put you in. Do you know, Cadel, I never cease to get a little shock every time I see you? It's because you're so small. How can someone so small wreak such havoc? I find it endlessly surprising.'

He rose, and parked himself on the couch next to Cadel, crossing his legs.

'I suppose the first thing I'd better do is apologise,' he went on. 'If I'd been a little quicker, this wouldn't have happened. I was caught up at Yarramundi. Well, I don't have to tell you about that.'

A pause. Thaddeus seemed to expect a comment from Cadel, but Cadel just stared, mutely.

'As far as I can make out,' Thaddeus finally said, 'it all happened because Adolf lost his cool. Had this idea in his head that there was a dangerous conspiracy brewing. He put a tail on Luther and of course Luther spotted it. Made him antsy. And then after the business with Tracey, the police questioned Terry, and he got a bit nervous. Decided to clear out a lot of the stuff in the labs. Called Luther about it, naturally. Wanted to dump some of the stuff on him. Well, it's Luther's area of expertise, isn't it? Disposing of bodies.' Thaddeus surveyed Cadel with hooded eyes, waiting. Cadel, however, had nothing to say. 'Poor Terry wasn't security conscious,' Thaddeus continued. 'Didn't realise that he was being watched. When the Grunts saw what he was doing, they jumped him. I don't know exactly what Adolf thought Terry was up to. Something suspicious, at any rate. So he hauled the poor fellow off to Yarramundi to be interrogated, and used his car as a decoy. Drove it to Luther's house, got Luther to come down, and ambushed him. Am I right so far?'

'I a I don't know,' Cadel stammered.

'Don't you? I find that hard to believe. Personally, I've put it together from some of the security tapes, and what I've been told by one or two of the Grunts who've surfaced. Oh yes a they haven't fared well. The ones who captured Luther didn't make it far. He escaped, and left them in pieces. Then he got into the armoury, and there was an all-out battle between Luther and Adolf. I don't know who escaped and who's left in the rubble. Not yet. Adolf, Terry, Luther: they've all vanished. A really elegant solution.' Thaddeus leaned forward. 'How did you do it, Cadel?' he asked.

Cadel caught his breath. 'I a I didn't,' he gasped.

'My dear boy, you don't have to lie to me. I've been keeping very close tabs on you. I know you've been surfing the Axis network. I know you planted Max's account details in Brendan's computer files. And Brendan a that was masterly. What did you do to him, Cadel?'

Cadel's lips began to tremble. His eyes filled with tears. 'I don't know,' he squeaked.

'Of course you do. And you know all about that recording of Terry's phone call. Not to mention Alias.' Thaddeus shook his head. 'The way you arranged it so that Art would buy a gun using one of Alias's aliases a because he didn't want anyone to trace him a and then leave the same gun at the scene of the shooting, meaning that Max would think Alias had killed one of his hired thugs and go after both of them a Alias and Art. I'm speechless. Really. You're a genius, Cadel.'

'I had nothing to do with that,' Cadel croaked. 'Honestly.' He was overwhelmed by the sheer size of what he'd done. By accident. Not that it had all been an accident, but he had never intended to kill anybody. Didn't Thaddeus understand that?

It seemed not. The psychologist reached out and laid a hand on Cadel's arm.

'Cadel,' he said softly, 'do you think I care? I'm not angry with you. I'm proud of you. You wiped out the inst.i.tute, Cadel. It's astonis.h.i.+ng.' His smile grew until it was a wolfish grin. 'Not that I wasn't expecting it. I had a feeling, somehow. And when you found out about the Piggotts a well, it was inevitable. A very natural reaction.'

'How a how a ?'

'How did I know you'd found out? Oh, you said something to James, at one point. He asked you how you'd spent your day, and you answered a what was it? Something along the lines of "as if you didn't know"? Of course, it was bound to happen. I warned Phineas, over and over again. I said to him: "The penny's going to drop one day. And when it does, you'd better watch out, because he's going to feel betrayed, Phineas. After so many years living with those monsters." It was never my idea, Cadel. I wanted you with me. But Phineas had this idea in his head a he didn't want you getting too attached to me. He didn't want you getting too attached to anyone. I told him it would backfire in the end. Needless to say, though, our friend didn't listen. He very rarely does.' Thaddeus's smiled faded, to be replaced by a grim look. 'Which is why he's where he is now.'

Cadel blinked.

'It was the same with the Axis Inst.i.tute.' Thaddeus spoke quietly. He was staring at the stone wall, his long fingers coiled around Cadel's arm, his tone distracted. 'All along, I've thought it an absurd proposition. Destined for disaster. Though it did occur to me, early on, that you might find it a challenge. So I sat back and waited for you to bring it down. Which you did, in a matter of months. You pa.s.sed the test with flying colours.' His gaze returned to Cadel, bright and black and piercing. 'You are greater than Phineas ever was, or ever will be,' he said. 'You're a miracle. I was afraid that, in the Piggotts' care, you wouldn't reach your full potential. But I have to admit, I underestimated you. I don't believe you would have done any better even if I had taken you in.'

Cadel was completely lost. It was all too much to absorb. Besides, he was very tired. And his foot was hurting. 'So a so Dad won't be mad at me?' he mumbled, s.n.a.t.c.hing at the most important detail.

'Oh, I don't think we'll be telling Phineas, Cadel. After all, the inst.i.tute was his baby. He won't be too pleased when he discovers what happened. And if he was to find out that you were responsible a no, I think it will be our little secret.' Though utterly still, Thaddeus gave an impression of tautness, as if he was poised to spring. 'What do you say? Hmmm? Do you want to tell Phineas?'

Cadel stared into the psychologist's narrowed eyes. He sensed that something important was being decided, but was too tired to work out what it might be.

'No,' he said. 'I guess not.'

Thaddeus looked away. At that moment, the rap of knuckles against wood announced Vadi's return. He stood in the doorway, a towel draped over one arm.

'Ah,' said Thaddeus. 'You've run the bath?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Good, good.' Thaddeus turned back to Cadel. 'Can you manage the climb by yourself, dear boy? Or would you like Vadi to carry you?'

Cadel didn't like the look of Vadi. Apart from the eyelids (what was it about those eyelids that bugged him so much?), there was also Vadi's skin. It seemed to have an almost silvery sheen to it, under the glow of the electric lights.

'I'll do it,' Cadel said. 'I can walk.'

'Are you sure?'

'I can do it! Really!'

'Very well.' Thaddeus turned back to the silent Vadi. 'You might go and make a cup of cocoa,' he drawled. 'And tell Wilfreda I want to see her. As soon as Cadel's settled.'

Vadi bowed. Then he left. When he had gone, Thaddeus asked: 'What do you think of him?'

'Think of who?' Cadel was still in a daze.

'Vadi. What do you think of him?' As Cadel stared, in utter confusion, Thaddeus dipped his head apologetically. 'Of course, you're not in a fit state to realise,' he conceded.

'Realise what?'

'Vadi's aquagenic. One of your father's more interesting finds.' Thaddeus rose, and stooped to help Cadel up. 'In one way, he's an evolutionary throwback. Human beings are descended from amphibians, of course, and there's still a lot of the amphibian in us. Vadi's genes are simply more amphibian than most.' He frowned at Cadel, who had wriggled away from his supporting hand. 'What's the matter?'

'I don't need any help!' Cadel just wanted to get away a away from Vadi. Away from Thaddeus. 'I can walk by myself! I know what I'm capable of!'

Thaddeus smiled.

'Do you think so, Cadel?' he murmured. 'Personally, I doubt that you really understand the scope of your powers.'

And he watched Cadel go with an intensity that was more frightening than any spoken threat.

FIFTY.