A Maze Of Death Part 17

Russell said. "You're the first of all of them to come back. We noticed late last night that Belsnor wasn't guarding us. We got to him at the infirmary door; he was already dead."

"Electrocuted," Dr. Babble said.

"And you were gone," Mary said. Her eyes remained glazed and hopeless, despite his return.

"You better get back into bed in the infirmary," Babble said to him. "I don't know how you could still be alive. Look at you; you're drenched with blood."

Together, they a.s.sisted him back to the infirmary. Mary fussily made up the bed; Seth Morley, swaying, stood waiting and then let them stretch his body out, propped up by pillows.

"I'm going to work on your shoulder some more," Babble said to him. "I think the artery is allowing seepage out into the-"

Seth Morley said, "We're on Earth."

They stared at him. Babble froze; he turned toward Seth, then mechanically returned to his task of fumbling with a tray of surgical instruments. Time pa.s.sed, but no one spoke.

"What is the Building?" Wade Frazer said, at last.

"I don't know. But they say I was there, once." So on some level I do know, he realized. Maybe we all do. Perhaps at some time in the past all of us were there. Together. Together.

"Why are they killing us?" Babble said.

"I don't know that either," Seth Morley answered.

Mary said, "How do you know we're on Earth?"

"I was at London a little while ago. I saw it, the ancient, abandoned city. Mile after mile of it. Thousands of decaying, deserted houses, factories and streets. Bigger than any non-terran city anywhere in the galaxy. Where at one time six million people lived."

Wade Frazer said, "But there's nothing on Terra except the aviary! And n.o.body except ostriches!"

"Plus Interplan West military barracks and research installations," Seth Morley said, but his voice ebbed; it lacked conviction and enthusiasm. "We're an experiment," he said, anyhow. "As we guessed last night. A military experiment being carried out by General Treaton." But he did not believe it either. "What kind of military personnel wear black leather uniforms?" he said. "And jackboots ... I think they're called."

Russell, in a modulated, disinterested voice, said, "Aviary guards. A sop to keep up their morale. It's very discouraging to work around ostriches; introduction of the new uniforms, three or four years back, has done a great deal of morale-boosting for the personnel."

Turning toward him, Mary said searchingly, "How do you happen to know that?"

"Because," Russell said, still calm. "I am one of them." Reaching into his jacket he brought out a small, s.h.i.+ny erggun. "We carry this type of weapon." He held the gun pointed toward them, meanwhile motioning them to stand closer together. "It was one chance out of a million that Morley got away." Russell pointed to his right ear. "They've been periodically keeping me informed. I knew he was on his way back here, but I-and my various superiors-never thought he'd arrive." He smiled at them. Graciously.

A sharp thump thump sounded. Loudly. sounded. Loudly.

Russell half-turned, lowered his erggun and slumped down, letting the weapon fall. What is it? Seth Morley asked himself; he sat up, trying to see. He made out a shape, the shape of a man, walking into the room. The Walker? he thought. The Walker-on-Earth come to save us? The man held a gun-an old-fas.h.i.+oned lead slug pistol. Belsnor's gun, he realized. But Ignatz Thugg has it. He did not understand. Neither did the others; they milled about incoherently as the man, holding the pistol, walked up to them.

It was Ignatz Thugg.

On the floor, Russell lay dying. Thugg bent, picked up the erggun, and put it away in his belt.

"I came back," Thugg said grimly.

"Did you hear him?" Seth Morley said. "Did you hear Russell say that-"

Thugg said, "I heard him." He hesitated, then brought out the erggun; he handed it to Morley. "Somebody get the tranquilizer gun," he said. "We'll need all three. Are there any more? In the squib?"

"Two in the squib," Seth Morley said, accepting the erggun from Thugg. You're not going to kill us? he wondered. The psychopathic countenance of Ignatz Thugg had relaxed; the strained attentiveness which had marked Thugg had relented. Thugg looked calm and alert; sanely so.

"You're not my enemies," Thugg said. "They are." He gestured with Belsnor's pistol toward Russell. "I knew someone in the group was; I thought it was Belsnor, but I was wrong. I'm sorry." He was silent for a time.

The rest of them remained silent, too. Waiting to see what would happen. It would come soon, they all knew. Five weapons, Seth Morley said to himself. Pitiful. They have air-to-ground missiles, .88 millimeter cannon-G.o.d knows what else. Is it worth it, trying to fight them?

"It is," Thugg said, evidently reading his expression. Seth Morley said, "I think you're right."

"I think I know," Wade Frazer said, "what this experiment is all about." The others waited for him to go on but he did not.

"Say it," Babble said.

"Not until I'm sure," Frazer said.

Seth Morley thought, I think I know, too. And Frazer is right; until we know absolutely, until we have total proof, we had better not even discuss it.

"I knew we were on Terra," Mary Morley said quietly. "I recognized the moon; I've seen Luna in pictures ... a long time ago when I was a child."

"And what did you infer from that?" Wade Frazer said.

Mary said, "I-" She hesitated, glancing at her husband. "Isn't it a military experiment by Interplan West? As all of us suspected?"

"Yes," Seth Morley said.

"There's another possibility," Wade Frazer said.

"Don't say it," Seth Morley said.

"I think we had better say it," Wade Frazer said. "We should face it openly, decide if it's true, and then decide whether we want to go on and fight them."

"Say it," Babble said, stammering from overintensity.

Wade Frazer said, "We're criminally insane. And at one time, probably for a long time, maybe years, we were kept inside what we call 'the Building.'" He paused. "The Building, then, would be both a prison and a mental hospital. A prison for the-"

"What about our settlement?" Babble said.

"An experiment," Frazer said. "But not by the military. By the prison and hospital authorities. To see if we could function on the outside ... on a planet supposedly far away from Terra. And we failed. We began to kill one another." He pointed at the tranquilizing gun. "That's what killed Tall-chief; that's what started it all off. You did it, Babble. You killed Tallchief. Did you also kill Susie Smart?"

"I did not," Babble said thinly.

"But you did kill Tallchief."

"Why?" Ignatz Thugg asked him.

Babble said, "I-guessed what we were. I thought Tallchief was what Russell turned out to be."

"Who killed Susie Smart?" Seth Morley asked Frazer.

"I don't know. I have no clue to that. Maybe Babble. Maybe you, Morley. Did you do it?" Frazer eyed Seth Morley. "No, I guess you didn't. Well, maybe Ignatz did it. But my point is made; any one of us could have done it. We all have the inclination. That's what got us into the Building." That's what got us into the Building."

Mary said, "I killed Susie."

"Why?" Seth Morley said. He could not believe it.

"Because of what she was doing with you." His wife's voice was ultra calm. "And she tried to kill me; she had that replica of the Building trained. I did it in self-defense; she engineered it all."

"Christ," Seth Morley said.

"Did you love her that much?" Mary demanded. "That you can't understand why I would do it?"

Seth Morley said, "I barely knew her."

"You knew her well enough to-"

"Okay," Ignatz Thugg broke in. "It doesn't matter, now. Frazer made his point; we all might have done it, and in every case one of us did." His face twitched spasmodically. "I think you're wrong. I just don't believe it. We can't be criminally insane."

"The killings," Wade Frazer said. "I've known for a long time that everyone here was potentially homicidal. There's a great deal of autism, of schizophrenic lack of adequate affect." He indicated Mary Morley scathingly. "Look how she tells about murdering Susie Smart. As if it's nothing at all." He pointed at Dr. Babble. "And his account of Tall-chief's death-Babble killed a man he didn't even know ... just in case-in case!-he might be some kind of authority figure. Any Any kind of authority figure." kind of authority figure."

After an interval Dr. Babble said, "What I can't fathom is, Who killed Mrs. Rockingham? That fine, dignified, educated woman ... she never did any harm."

"Maybe n.o.body did kill her," Seth Morley said. "She was infirm; maybe they came for her, the way they came for me. To remove her so she'd survive. That's the reason they gave me for coming after me and taking me away; they said Babble's work on my shoulder was defective and I would soon die."

"Do you believe that?" Ignatz Thugg asked.

Truthfully, Seth Morley said, "I don't know. It might have been. After all, they could have shot me here, the way they did Belsnor." He thought, Is Belsnor the only one they killed? And we did the rest? It supported Frazer's theory ... and they might not have intended to kill Belsnor; they were in a hurry and evidently they thought their ergguns were set on stun.

And they were probably afraid of us.

"I think," Mary said, "that they interfered with us as little as possible. After all, this was an experiment; they wanted to see how it would come out. And then they did see how it was coming out, so they sent Russell here ... and they killed Belsnor. But maybe they saw nothing wrong with killing Belsnor; he had killed Tony. Even we understand the-" She searched for the word.

"Unbalance," Frazer said.

"Yes, the unbalanced quality in that. He could have gotten the sword some other way." Lightly, she put her hand on her husband's injured shoulder. Very lightly, but with feeling. "That's why they wanted to save Seth. He hadn't killed anyone; He hadn't killed anyone; he was innocent. And you-" She snarled at Ignatz Thugg, snarled with hatred. "You would have slipped in and murdered him as he lay here hurt." he was innocent. And you-" She snarled at Ignatz Thugg, snarled with hatred. "You would have slipped in and murdered him as he lay here hurt."

Ignatz Thugg made a noncommittal gesture. Of dismissal.

"And Mrs. Rockingham," Mary finished. "She hadn't killed anybody either. So they saved her, too. In the breakdown of an experiment of this type it would be natural for them to try to save as-"

"All you've said," Frazer interrupted, "tends to indicate that I'm right." He smiled disdainfully, as if he were personally unconcerned. As if he were not involved.

"There has to be something else at work," Seth Morley said. "They wouldn't have let the killings go on as long as they did. They must not have known. At least until they sent Russell. But I guess by then they knew."

"They may not be monitoring us properly," Babble said. "If they relied on those little artificial insects that scurry around carrying miniature TV cameras-"

"I'm sure they have more," Seth Morley said. To his wife he said, "Go through Russell's pockets; see what you can find. Labels in his clothing, what kind of watch or quasiwatch he's wearing, bits of paper stuck away here and there."

"Yes," she said, and, gingerly, began to remove Russell's spick-and-span jacket.

"His wallet," Babble said, as Mary lifted it out. "Let me see what's in it." He took it from her, opened it. "Indentification. Ned W. Russell, residing at the dome-colony on Sirius 3. Twenty-nine years old. Hair: brown. Eyes: brown. Height: five eleven-and-a-half. Authorized to pilot cla.s.s B and C vessels." He looked deeper into the wallet. "Married. Here's a 3-D photo of a young woman, undoubtedly his wife." He rummaged further. "And this, pictures of a baby."

No one said anything for a time.

"Anyhow," Babble said presently, "there's nothing of value on him. Nothing that tells us anything." He rolled up Russell's left sleeve. "His watch: Omega self-winding. A good watch." He rolled up the brown canvas sleeve a little farther. "A tattoo," he said. "On the inside of his lower arm. How strange; it's the same thing I have tattooed on my arm, and in the same place." He traced the tattoo on Russell's arm with his finger. "'Persus 9,'" he murmured. He unfastened his cuff and rolled back his own left sleeve. There, sure enough, was the same tattoo on his arm and in exactly the same place.

Seth Morley said, "I have one on my instep." Strange, he thought. And I haven't thought about that tattoo in years.

"How did you get yours?" Dr. Babble asked him. "I don't remember getting mine; it's been too long. And I don't remember what it means ... if I ever did know. It looks like some kind of identifying military service mark. A location. A military outpost at Persus 9."

Seth looked around at the rest of the group. All of them had acutely uncomfortable-and anxious-expressions on their faces.

"All of you have the mark on you, too," Babble said to them, after a long, long time had pa.s.sed.

"Does any one of you remember when you got this mark?" Seth Morley said. "Or why? Or what it means?"

"I've had mine since I was a baby," Wade Frazer said.

"You were never a baby," Seth Morley said to him.

"What an odd thing to say," Mary said.

"I mean," Seth Morley said, "that it isn't possible to imagine him as a baby."

"But that's not what you said," Mary said.

"What difference does it make what I said?" He felt violently irritable. "So we do have one common element-this annotation chiseled into our flesh. Probably those who are dead have it, too. Susie and the rest of them. Well, let's face it; we all have a slot of amnesia dug somewhere in our brains. Otherwise, we'd know why we got this tattoo and what it means. We'd know what Persus 9 is-or was at the time the tattoo was made. I'm afraid this confirms the criminally insane theory; we were probably given these marks when we were prisoners in the Building. We don't remember that, so we don't remember this tattoo either." He lapsed into brooding introversion, ignoring, for the time, the rest of the group. "Like Dachau," he said. "I think," he said, "that it's very important to find out what these marks mean. It's the first really solid indication we've found as to who we are and what this settlement is. Can any of you suggest how we find out what Persus 9 means?"

"Maybe the reference library on the squib," Thugg said.

Seth Morley said, "Maybe. We can try that. But first I suggest we ask the tench. And I want to be there. Can you get me into the squib along with you?" Because, he said to himself, if you leave me here I will, like Belsnor, be murdered.

Dr. Babble said, "I'll see that you're gotten aboard-with this one proviso. First we ask the squib's reference libraries. If it has nothing, then we'll go searching out the tench. But if we can get it from the squib then we won't be taking such a great-"

"Fine," Morley said. But he knew that the s.h.i.+p's reference service would be unable to tell them anything.

Under Ignatz Thugg's direction they began the task of getting Seth Morley-and themselves-into the small squib.

Propped up at the controls of the squib once more, Seth Morley snapped on REFERENCE REFERENCE. "Yezzz sirr," it squeaked.

"What is referred to by the designated Persus 9?" he asked.

A whirr and then it spoke in its vodor voice. "I have no information on a Persussss 9," REFERENCE REFERENCE said. said.

"If it were a planet, would you have a record of it?"

"Yezzz, if known to Interplan West or Interplan East authorities."

"Thanks," Seth Morley shut off the REFERENCE REFERENCE service. "I had a feeling it wouldn't know. And I have an even stronger feeling that the tench does know." That, in fact, the tench's ultimate purpose would be served by asking it this question. service. "I had a feeling it wouldn't know. And I have an even stronger feeling that the tench does know." That, in fact, the tench's ultimate purpose would be served by asking it this question.