Chapter 54
"Agreed. The matter?""PyrE."
"Spell it, please."
"The name means nothing to you?"
"No."
"Good. It will to Dagenham. PyrE. Capital P-y-r Capital E. p.r.o.nounced "pyre" as in funeral pyre. Tell Dagenham we've located the PyrE. He's engaged to get it...at all costs... through a man named Foyle.
Gulliver Foyle."
The courier produced a tiny silver pearl, a memo-bead, repeated Presteign's instructions into it, and left without another word. Presteign turned to his telephone operator. "Get me Regis Sheffield," he directed.
Ten minutes after the call went through to Regis Sheffield's law office, a young law clerk appeared on Presteign's private jaunte stage, was vetted and admitted through the maze. He was a bright young man with a scrubbed face and the expression of a delighted rabbit.
"Excuse the delay, Presteign," he said. "We got your call in Chicago and I'm still only a D cla.s.s five hundred miler. Took me a while getting here."
"Is your chief trying a case in Chicago?"
"Chicago, New York and Was.h.i.+ngton. He's been on the jaunte from court to court all morning. We fill in for him when he's in another court."
"I want to retain him."
"Honored, Presteign, but Mr. Sheffield's pretty busy."
"Not too busy for PyrE."
"Sorry, sir; I don't quite-"
"No, you don't, but Sheffield will. Just tell him: PyrE as in funeral pyre, and the amount of his fee."
"Which is?"
"Quarter of a million retainer and a quarter of a million guaranteed against 10 per cent of the total amount at risk."
"And what performance is required of Mr. Sheffield?"
"To prepare every known legal device for kidnaping a man and holding him against the army, the navy and the police."
"Quite. And the man?"
"Gulliver Foyle."
The law clerk muttered quick notes into a memo-bead, thrust the bead into his ear, listened, nodded and departed. Presteign left the study and ascended the plush stairs to his daughter's suite to pay his morning respects.
In the homes of the wealthy, the rooms of the female members were blind, without windows or doors,open only to the jaunting of intimate members of the family. Thus was morality maintained and chast.i.ty defended. But since Olivia Presteign was herself blind to normal sight, she could not jaunte. Consequently her suite was entered through doors closely guarded by ancient retainers in the Presteign clan livery.
Olivia Presteign was a glorious albino. Her hair was white silk, her skin was white satin, her nails, her lips, and her eyes were coral. She was beautiful and blind in a wonderful way, for she could see in the infrared only, from 7,500 angstroms to one millimeter wavelengths. She saw heat waves, magnetic fields, radio waves, radar, sonar, and electromagnetic fields.
She was holding her Grand Levee in the drawing room of the suite. She sat in a brocaded wing chair, sipping tea, guarded by her duenna, holding court, chatting with a dozen men and women standing about the room. She looked like an exquisite statue of marble and coral, her blind eyes flas.h.i.+ng as she saw and yet did not see.
She saw the drawing room as a pulsating flow of heat emanations ranging from hot highlights to cool shadows. She saw the dazzling magnetic patterns of clocks, phones, lights, and locks. She saw and recognized people by the characteristic heat patterns radiated by their faces and bodies. She saw, around each head, an aura of the faint electromagnetic brain pattern, and sparkling through the heat radiation of each body, the everchanging tone of muscle and nerve.
Presteign did not care for the artists, musicians, and fops Olivia kept about her, but he was pleased to see a scattering of society notables this morning. There was a Sears-Roebuck, a Gillet, young Sidney Kodak who would one day be Kodak of Kodak, a Houbigant, Buick of Buick, and R. H. Macy XVI, head of the powerful Saks-Gimbel clan.
Presteign paid his respects to his daughter and left the house. He set off for his clan headquarters at 99 Wall Street in a coach and four driven by a coachman a.s.sisted by a groom, both wearing the Presteign trademark of red, black, and blue. That black "P" on a field of scarlet and cobalt was one of the most ancient and distinguished trademarks in the social register, rivaling the "57" of the Heinz clan and the "RR" of the Rolls-Royce dynasty in antiquity.
The head of the Presteign clan was a familiar sight to New York jaunters. Iron gray, handsome, powerful, impeccably dressed and mannered in the old-fas.h.i.+oned style, Presteign of Presteign was the epitome of the socially elect, for he was so exalted in station that he employed coachmen, grooms, hostlers, stableboys, and horses to perform a function for him which ordinary mortals performed by jaunting.
As men climbed the social ladder, they displayed their position by their refusal to jaunte. The newly adopted into a great commercial clan rode an expensive bicycle. A rising clansman drove a small sports car. The captain of a sept was transported in a chauffeur-driven antique from the old days, a vintage Bentley or Cadillac or a towering Lagonda. An heir presumptive in direct line of succession to the clan chieftains.h.i.+p staffed a yacht or a plane. Presteign of Presteign, head of the clan Presteign, owned carriages, cars, yachts, planes, and trains. His position in society was so lofty that he had not jaunted in forty years. Secretly he scorned the bustling new-rich like the Dagenhams and Sheffields who still jaunted and were unshamed.
Presteign entered the crenelated keep at 99 Wall Street that was Castle Presteign. It was staffed and guarded by his famous Jaunte-Watch, all in clan livery. Presteign walked with the stately gait of a chieftain as they piped him to his office. Indeed he was grander than a chieftain, as an importunate government official awaiting audience discovered to his dismay. That unfortunate man leaped forward from the waiting crowd of pet.i.tioners as Presteign pa.s.sed."Mr. Presteign," he began. "I'm from the Internal Revenue Department, I must see you this morn-"
Presteign cut him short with an icy stare.
"There are thousands of Presteigns," he p.r.o.nounced. "All are addressed as Mister. But I am Presteign of Presteign, head of house and sept, first of the family, chieftain of the clan. I am addressed as Presteign.
Not 'Mister' Presteign. Presteign."
He turned and entered his office where his staff greeted him with a muted chorus: "Good morning, Presteign."
Presteign nodded, smiled his basilisk smile and seated himself behind the
"Report on Clan Presteign enterprises," the Equerry began. "Common Stock: High-201 Vi, Low-20154. Average quotations New York, Paris, Ceylon, Tokyo-"
Presteign waved his hand irritably. The Equerry retired to be replaced by Black Rod.
"Another Mr. Presto to be invested, Presteign."
Presteign restrained his impatience and went through the tedious ceremony of swearing in the 49yth Mr.
Presto in the hierarchy of Presteign Prestos who managed the shops in the Presteign retail division. Until recently the man had had a face and body of his own. Now, after years of cautious testing and careful indoctrination, he had been elected to join the prestos.
After six months of surgery and psycho-conditioning, he was identical with the other 496 Mr. Prestos and to the idealized portrait of Mr. Presto which hung behind Presteign's dais... a kindly, honest man resembling Abraham Lincoln, a man who instantly inspired affection and trust. Around the world purchasers entered an identical Presteign store and were greeted by an identical manager, Mr. Presto.
He was rivaled, but not surpa.s.sed, by the Kodak clan's Mr. Kwik and Montgomery Ward's Uncle Monty.
When the ceremony was completed, Presteign arose abruptly to indicate that the public invest.i.ture was ended. The office was cleared of all but the high officials. Presteign paced, obviously repressing his seething impatience. He never swore, but his restraint was more terrifying than profanity.
"Foyle," he said in a suffocated voice. "A common sailor. Dirt. Dregs. Gutter sc.u.m. But that man stands between me and-"
"If you please, Presteign," Black Rod interrupted timidly. "It's eleven o'clock Eastern time; eight o'clock Pacific time."
"What?"
"If you please, Presteign, may I remind you that there is a launching ceremony at nine, Pacific time? You are to preside at the Vancouver s.h.i.+pyards."
"Launching?"
"Our new freighter, the Presteign 'Princess.' It will take some time to establish three dimensional broadcast contact with the s.h.i.+pyard so we had better-""I will attend in person."
"In person!" Black Rod faltered. "But we cannot possibly fly to Vancouver in an hour, Presteign. We-"
"I will jaunte," Presteign of Presteign snapped. Such was his agitation.
His appalled staff made hasty preparations. Messengers jaunted ahead to warn the Presteign offices across the country, and the private jaunte stages were cleared. Presteign was ushered to the stage within his New York office. It was a circular platform in a black-hung room without windows-a masking and concealment necessary to prevent unauthorized persons from discovering and memorizing co-ordinates.
For the same reason, all homes and offices had one-way windows and confusion labyrinths behind their doors.
To jaunte it was necessary (among other things) for a man to know exactly where he was and where he was going, or there was little hope of arriving anywhere alive. It was as impossible to jaunte from an undetermined starting point as it was to arrive at an unknown destination. Like shooting a pistol, one had to know where to aim and which end of the gun to hold. But a glance through a window or door might be enough to enable a man to memorize the L-E-S co-ordinates of a place.
Presteign stepped on the stage, visualized the co-ordinates of his destination in the Philadelphia office, seeing the picture clearly and the position accurately. He relaxed and energized one concentrated thrust of will and belief toward the target. He jaunted. There was a dizzy moment in which his eyes blurred. The New York stage faded out of focus; the Philadelphia stage blurred into focus. There was a sensation of falling down, and then up. He arrived. Black Rod and others of his staff arrived a respectful moment later.
So, in jauntes of one and two hundred miles each, Presteign Crossed the continent, and arrived outside the Vancouver s.h.i.+pping yards at exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Pacific time. He had left New York at n A.M. He had gained two hours of daylight. This, too, was a commonplace in a jaunting world.
The square mile of unfenced concrete (what fence could bar a jaunter?) comprising the s.h.i.+pyard, looked like a white table covered with black pennies neatly arranged in concentric circles. But on closer approach, the pennies enlarged into the hundred-foot mouths of black pits dug deep into the bowels of the earth. Each circular mouth was rimmed with concrete buildings, offices, check rooms, canteens, changing rooms.
These were the take-off and landing pits, the drydock and construction pits of the s.h.i.+pyards. s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps, like sailing vessels, were never designed to support their own weight unaided against the drag of gravity.
Normal terran gravity would crack the spine of a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p like an eggsh.e.l.l. The s.h.i.+ps were built in deep pits, standing vertically in a network of catwalks and construction grids, braced and supported by anti-gravity screens. They took off from similar pits, riding the anti-grav beams upward like motes mounting the vertical shaft of a searchlight until at last they reached the Roche Limit and could thrust with their own jets. Landing s.p.a.cecraft cut drive jets and rode the same beams downward into the pits.
As the Presteign entourage entered the Vancouver yards they could see which of the pits were in use.
From some the noses and hulls of s.p.a.ces.h.i.+ps extruded, raised a quarterway or halfway above ground by the anti-grav screen as workmen in the pits below brought their aft sections to particular operational levels. Three Presteign V-cla.s.s transports, "Vega."
"Vestal," and "Vorga," stood partially raised near the center of the yards, undergoing flaking and replating, as the heat-lightning flicker of torches around "Vorga" indicated.
At the concrete building marked: ENTRY, the Presteign entourage stopped before a sign that read:YOU ARE ENDANGERING YOUR LIFE IF YOU ENTER THESE PREMISES UNLAWFULLY.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.'.
Visitor badges were distributed to the party, and even Presteign of Presteign received a badge. He dutifully pinned it on for he well knew what the result of entry without such a protective badge would be.
The entourage continued, winding its way through pits until it arrived at 0-3, where the pit mouth was decorated with bunting in the Presteign colors and a small grandstand had been erected.
Presteign was welcomed and, in turn, greeted his various officials. The Presteign band struck up the clan song, bright and bra.s.sy, but one of the instruments appeared to have gone insane. It struck a brazen note that blared louder and louder until it engulfed the entire band and the surprised exclamations. Only then did Presteign realize that it was not an instrument sounding, but the s.h.i.+pyard alarm.
An intruder was in the yard, someone not wearing an identification or visitor's badge. The radar field of the protection system was tripped and the alarm sounded. Through the raucous bellow of the alarm, Presteign could hear a mult.i.tude of "pops" as the yard guards jaunted from the grandstand and took positions around the square mile of concrete field. His own Jaunte-Watch closed in around him, looking wary and alert.
A voice began blaring on the P.A., co-ordinating defense. "UNKNOWN IN YARD. UNKNOWN IN YARD AT E FOR EDWARD NINE. E FOR EDWARD NINE MOVING WEST ON FOOT.".
"Someone must have broken in," Black Rod shouted.
"I'm aware of that," Presteign answered calmly.
"He must be a stranger if he's not jaunting in here."
"I'm aware of that also."
"UNKNOWN APPROACHING D FOR DAVID FIVE. D FOR DAVID FIVE. STILL ON FOOT.
D FOR DAVID FIVE ALERT.".
"What in G.o.d's name is he up to?" Black Rod exclaimed.
"You are aware of my rule, sir," Presteign said coldly. "No a.s.sociate of the Presteign clan may take the name of the Divinity in vain. You forget yourself."
"UNKNOWN NOW APPROACHING C FOR CHARLEY FIVE. NOW APPROACHING C FOR.
CHARLEY FIVE.".
Black Rod touched Presteign's arm. "He's coming this way, Presteign. Will you take cover, please?"
"I will not."
"Presteign, there have been a.s.sa.s.sination attempts before. Three of them. If-"
"How do I get to the top of this stand?"
"Presteign!"
"Help me up."
Aided by Black Rod, still protesting hysterically, Presteign climbed to the top of the grandstand to watch the power of the Presteign clan in action against danger. Below he could see workmen in white jumpersswarming out of the pits to watch the excitement. Guards were appearing as they jaunted from distant sectors toward the focal point of the action.
"UNKNOWN MOVING SOUTH TOWARD B FOR BAKER THREE. B FOR BAKER THREE.".
Presteign watched the 6-3 pit. A igure appeared, das.h.i.+ng swiftly toward the pit, veering, dodging, bulling forward. It was a giant man in hospital blues with a wild thatch of black hair and a distorted face that appeared, in the distance, to be painted in livid colors. His clothes were flickering like heat lightning as the protective induction field of the defense system seared him.
"B FOR BAKER THREE ALERT. B FOR BAKER THREE CLOSE IN.".
There were shouts and a distant rattle of shots, the pneumatic whine of scope guns. Half a dozen workmen in white leaped for the intruder. He scattered them like ninepins and drove on and on toward 6-3 where the nose of "Vorga" showed. He was a lightning bolt driving through workmen and guards, pivoting, bludgeoning, boring forward implacably.
Suddenly he stopped, reached inside his flaming jacket and withdrew a black cannister. With the convulsive gesture of an animal writhing in death throes, he bit the end of the cannister and hurled it, straight and true on a high arc toward "Vorga." The next instant he was struck down.
"EXPLOSIVE. TAKE COVER. EXPLOSIVE. TAKE COVER. COVER.".
"Presteignl" Black Rod squawked.
Presteign shook him off and watched the cannister curve up and then down toward the nose of "Vorga,"
spinning and glinting in the cold sunlight. At the edge of the pit it was caught by the anti-grav beam and flicked upward as by a giant invisible thumbnail. Up and up and up it whirled, one hundred, five hundred, a thousand feet. Then there was a blinding flash, and an instant later a t.i.tanic clap of thunder that smote ears and jarred teeth and bone.
Presteign picked himself up and descended the grandstand to the launching podium. He placed his finger on the launching b.u.t.ton of the Presteign "Princess."
"Bring me that man, if he's still alive," he said to Black Rod. He pressed the b.u.t.ton. "I christen thee... the Presteign Tower,'" he called in triumph.