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trapped him, reduced the range of possible responses.
"Janvert is on that phone and wants to talk to you," Gammel said. "He tells
me he can verify
Hellstrom's threat and that he can explain why one of our cars is failing to
respond on the radio."
Merrivale stalled for time to assess the situation. "I thought you told me
the phone to the farm was out of order. Are they calling from the farm?"
"As far as we know. One of my men is out right now trying to work a trace.
Hellstrom apparently had the phone fixed himself, or it --"
"Janvert says our people are merely unconscious, but he refused to say why or
explain. He insisted we get you first. I told him you might be asleep, but
--" Gammel nodded at the telephone.
Merrivale swallowed in a dry throat. Blow up half the state? Poppycock! He
crossed to the phone with as much confidence as he could muster, picked it up,
spoke in his best British accent.
"Merrivale here."
Gammel moved to a tape recorder spinning away behind the transceiver, jacked
an earphone into it, and listened, nodding for Merrivale to continue.
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That's old Jollyvale all right, Janvert thought as he heard the voice. Wonder
why they sent him?
Clovis stood directly across from Janvert, still frightened, but no longer
sobbing. He found it odd that her nudity didn't excite him.
Janvert nodded to Hellstrom, who stood a pace away in the gloomy room above
the barn-studio.
Hellstrom's face appeared deathly pale in the green light that came from banks
of what appeared to
Janvert as TV screens.
"Tell him," Hellstrom said.
Merrivale's voice was being broadcast to the entire aerie room from a speaker
on the control bank.
"Hello, Joe," Janvert said, deliberately using Merrivale's first name for the
first time. "This is Eddie
Janvert. I'm sure you recognize my voice, but I'll identify myself further if
you want. I'm the one you gave the president's Signal Corps number and code
to, remember?"
Damn him! Merrivale thought, resenting that admission as much as the familiar
tone and use of his first name. It was Janvert, though. No doubt of it.
"Tell me what is going on," Merrivale said.
"Unless you want this whole planet to become one giant morgue, you'd better
listen carefully to what I tell you and you'd better believe me," Janvert
said.
"Now, see here, Shorty," Merrivale said. "What's all this nonsense they've
been telling me about blowing up --"
"You shut up and listen!" Janvert snapped. "You hear me? Hellstrom has a
weapon that makes an atom bomb look like a child's popgun. Those guys in the
car, those FBI agents your buddy was worried about -- they were knocked out by
a little hand version of this weapon. That hand-held weapon can kill people
at a distance or just knock them out. Believe me, I've seen it. Now, you --"
"Shorty," Merrivale interrupted, "I think you'd better let me come up there
and --"
"Oh, you'll come up here all right," Janvert said, "but if you have any
doubts, get rid of them. And if you try to attack this place again -- well,
if I even suspect you might do that, I'm going to use that number and code you
gave me and I'm going to call the president to give him a full --"
"Now, Shorty! Your government wouldn't --"
"Fuck the government! Hellstrom's weapon is zeroed in right now on the
Capitol. They've already demonstrated its effectiveness. Why don't you check
that?"
"Check what? That little earthquake we --"
"The new island off the coast of Japan," Janvert said. "Hellstrom's people
have a tap on the
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Pentagon's satellite teletype relay. They know about it and there's a seismic
sea wave warning all around the Pacific Basin already."
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about, Shorty?" Merrivale demanded.
As he spoke, Merrivale bent over the table, clawed a notepad and pencil into
position, and scrawled, "Gammel --
check that!" Gammel bent to read the note, nodded, and pointed to it for
another of the agents to obey, then whispered an explanation.
Janvert was talking again, his voice coming out clear and precise as though he
were trying to explain something to a disobedient child. "I warned you to
listen carefully," Janvert said.
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