"Allen, Roger Macbride - 01 - Isaac Asimov's Caliban" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Roger Macbride)

ДSir, if I could direct your attention to the floor in front of the service rack, Fredda LevingТs position on it has been marked out--У
ДNot yet, Donald. IТll get there. IТll get there.У Alvar was quite purposefully ignoring the pooled blood and the body outline in the center of the room. It was too easy to be distracted by the big, obvious clues at a crime scene. What could the body outline tell him? That a woman had been attacked here, bled here? He knew all that already. Better to work the rest of the room first.
But one thing was bothering him. This room did not match Fredda LevingТs character. He knew her slightly, from the process of ordering Donald, and this place did not fit her. It had the feel of a male domain, somehow. Tiny details he had seen but not noted suddenly registered in AlvarТs consciousness. The size and cut of a lab coat hanging by the door, the size of the dust-sealed lab shoes sitting on the floor beneath the lab coat, certain tools stored on wall hooks that would be well out of reach for the average-sized woman.
And there was, indefinably, something about the neatness of this room that spoke of a shy, compulsive, tidy man, something that did not match an assertive woman like Fredda Leving. If she lived up to her very public image, her lab would be a mess, even after the robots got through cleaning, for she would flatly refuse to let them near most of it. The great and famous Fredda Leving, hero of robotics research, the crown jewel of science in Inferno, was not a compulsive fussbudget--but the occupant of this room clearly was.
Alvar Kresh stepped back into the hallway and checked the nameplate next to the door. Gubber Anshaw, Design and Testing Chief; it read. Well, that solved one minor mystery and replaced it with another. It wasnТt LevingТs lab, but AnshawТs, whoever he was.
But what was Fredda Leving doing in AnshawСs lab, presumably alone with her assailant, in the middle of the night?
Kresh went back into the lab and walked around the rest of the room, careful not to touch anything, determined to resist the urge to go and look at the spot where the body fell. The room was a perfect forest of potential clues, jam-packed with gadgets and hardware that might have some bearing on the case, if only Alvar knew enough about experimental robotics. Was there indeed something missing, some object as big as an experimental robot, or as tiny as an advanced microcircuit, whose theft might provide a motive for this attack?
But what was the nature of the attack? He knew nothing so far.
At last, quite reluctantly, after working the rest of the crime scene and coming up with very little for his efforts, Alvar moved toward the center of the room, the center of the case, the scene of the attack.
There it was, on the floor, between the two worktables, a meter or so in front of the large robot service rack. A pool of blood, a blotchy, irregular shape about a meter across. The body as found was indicated in a glowing yellow outline that followed the contours of the body perfectly, down to the sprawled-out fingers of the left hand. The fingers seemed to be reaching toward the door, reaching for help that did not come.
Some errant part of KreshТ s mind found itself wondering how they did that, how they put down that perfect outline. Robots in the SheriffТs office knew how, but he did not.
But no. It was tempting to distract himself with side issues, but he could not permit himself the luxury. He knelt down and looked at what he had come to see. He had forced himself not to notice the smell of drying blood until this moment, but now he had to pay attention, and the heavy, acrid, rotting odor seemed to surge into his lungs. A wave of nausea swept over him. He ignored the stench and went on with his grim task.
The pool of blood was much smeared and splashed about by the med-robots, their footprints and other marks badly obscuring the story the floor had to tell. But that was all right. Donald would have images of the floor recorded straight off the med-robotsТ eyes, what they saw the moment they came in. Computer tricks could erase all traces of the med-robots from whatever images the police observer/forensic robots had made, reconstruct the scene exactly as it was before. Some of his deputies only worked off such reconstructions, but Kresh preferred to work in the muddled-up, dirtied-up confused mess of the real-world crime scene.
The blood had virtually all clotted or dried by now. Kresh pulled a stylus from his pocket and tested the surface. Almost completely solidified. It always amazed him how fast it happened. He looked up and from the pool of blood, noted the pattern of a med-robotТs foot and then noted something else he had seen before but merely filed away until he had seen the whole room. Two other sets of prints, clearly from robotic feet, but wholly different from the med-robotТs treads. One set of prints led out the front interior into the hallway, the other out the front exterior door to the outside of the building.
And the two sets of prints might be different from the med-robotТs, but they were utterly identical to each other.
Two sets of mystery prints, exactly like each other.
ДThatТs whatТs bothering you, isnТt it, Donald?У Alvar said, standing back up.
ДWhat is, sir?У
ДThe robot footprints. The ones that make it clear that a robot--two robots--walked through the pool of blood and left Fredda Leving, quite possibly to die.У,
ДYes, sir, that did bother me. The flaw is obvious, but it is what the evidence suggests.У
ДThen the evidence is wrong. The First Law makes it impossible for any robot to behave that way,У Alvar said.
ДAnd therefore,У a brash new voice suddenly declared from the door Alvar had come through, Дtherefore, someone must have staged the attack to make it seem like a robot--two robots--did it. Brilliant, Sheriff Kresh. That took me all of thirty seconds to figure out. How long have you been here?У
Alvar turned around and clenched his teeth to keep from letting out a string of curses. It was Tonya Welton. A tall, dark-skinned woman, long-limbed and graceful, she stood just inside the doorway, a tall, dusky-yellow robot behind her. Alvar Kresh would not even have noticed the robot except that Welton was a Settler. He always got a certain grim pleasure out of seeing robots inflicted on the people who hated them so passionately, but at the moment at least, Welton seemed bothered not at all. Her expression was one of amused condescension.
She was dressed in a disturbingly tight and extravagantly patterned blue one-piece bodysuit. The Spacer population on Inferno preferred much more modest clothing and far more subdued colors. On Inferno, robots were brightly colored, not people. But no one had told the leader of the Settlers on Inferno that--or else she had ignored them when they did tell her. Welton, more than likely, had gotten it backwards deliberately.
But what the hell was Tonya Welton doing here now?
ДGood evening, Lady Tonya,У Donald said in his smoothest and most urbane tones. It was rare, surpassing rare, for a robot to speak except when spoken to, but Donald was smart enough to know this situation needed defusing. ДWhat a pleasant surprise to have you join us here.У
ДI doubt it,У Tonya Welton said with a smile that Alvar scored as being at least an attempt at courtesy. ДForgive me, Sheriff Kresh, for my rather rude entrance. IТm afraid the news about Fredda Leving unsettled me. I tend to be a bit sharp-tongued when I am upset.У
And at all other times, Kresh thought to himself. ДQuite all right, Madame Welton,У he replied in a tone of voice that made it clear it was anything but all right. ДI donТt know what business brings you here, but there has been an attack on one of InfernoТ s top scientists here tonight, and I cannot allow anything to interfere. This is an official investigation, Madame Welton, which has nothing to do with the Settlers, and IТm afraid I must ask you to leave.У
ДOh, no, I canТt. You see, thatТs why IТm here. Governor Grieg himself called me not an hour ago and asked that I come here tonight and join in your investigation.У
Alvar Kresh stared at the Settler woman in openmouthed astonishment. What in the devil was going on here? ДAre we done here, Donald?У he asked. Д Anything else I need to see immediately?У
ДNo, sir, I think not.У
ДVery well, then, Donald. Seal this room as a crime scene. No one in or out. Just now, I think perhaps Madame Welton and I need to have a little talk, and this is not the place for it. Join us when you have completed the arrangements.У
ДVery good, sir,У Donald said.
ДLetТs go to my car, Madame Welton. We can talk there.У
ДYes, letТs do that, Sheriff,У Tonya Welton said, rather stiffly. ДThere are a few things we need to get straight. Come along, Ariel.У

ALVAR Kresh and Tonya Welton sat down in the SheriffТs aircar, facing each other, both of them clearly wary. WeltonТs robot, Ariel, stood behind her mistress, fading into the background as far as Kresh was concerned. Robots didnТt count.
ДAll right, then,У he said. ДWhatТs all this about? Why did the Governor call you in? What possible connection does this case have with the Settlers?У
Tonya Welton folded her hands carefully and looked Kresh straight in the eye. ДIn a day or two youТll get the answer to that. But for now, itТs classified.У
ДI see,У Kresh said, though he most certainly did not. ДIТm afraid that is not much of an explanation.У
ДNo, and I am sorry for that, but my hands are tied. There is, however, one thing I can tell you that will at least in part explain my being here. I do have authority to be here, under the agreement permitting a Settler presence on this world. I have the right to protect the safety of my employees.У
ДI beg your pardon?У
ДOh, yes, didnТt you know?У Tonya Welton asked. ДFredda Leving is working for me.У
There was a half minuteТ s dead silence. Fredda Leving was famous, one of the top roboticists on the planet. Most Infernals regarded her not as a person, but as a planetary asset. For her and her labs to be reduced to mere employees of the Settlers--Welton might as well have announced that the Settlers had purchased Government Tower, or gotten title to the Great Bay.
At last Alvar found his voice again. ДIf I could make a suggestion, Madame Welton, I think it might be wise to keep that fact very quiet indeed,У he said gruffly.
Welton looked surprised. ДWhy? We havenТt publicized it widely, but we havenТt tried to keep it secret.У
ДThen I suggest you start,У Alvar said.
ДIТm afraid I donТt understand,У Welton said.
ДThen let me make this clear, Madame Welton. The average citizen of Inferno will not regard this attack as a mere assault, or as attempted murder. The citizens will see an attack on a top scientist, especially a roboticist, as sabotage. Many of them will simply assume your people did it, even without knowledge of Settler involvement in Leving Labs. Once they hear Settlers are involved, that will only make it worse.У
ДOur involvement!У Tonya Welton exclaimed. ДWe had nothing to do with the attack!У