"Doorsways in the Sand 08" - читать интересную книгу автора (Varley John)

"The stone, of course."
"Of course. And also, of course, he did not believe me when I said I did not have it. He told me they would give me a day in which to get hold of it, and when they got in touch with me again they would tell me what to do with it. Then he let me talk to Mary. She said she was all right, but she sounded scared. I told him not to hurt her, and I promised to look for it. Then I started searching. I looked through everything that I have. No stone. Then I tried your place. I still have my key."
"Anybody there toasting the Queen?"
"No signs of your visitors at all. Then I proceeded to look for the stone in every possible place. Finally, I gave up. It's just gone, that's all."
He grew silent. We twisted along the narrow road, occasional glimpses of the sea appearing through gaps in the foliage off to my left/his right.
"So?" I said. "What then?"
"He called again the next day, asked if I had it. I told him I did not-and he said they were going to kill Mary. I pleaded with him, said I'd do anything-"
"Wait. You did not call the police?"
He shook his head.
"He told me not to-the first time that we talked. Any sort of police involvement, he said, and I would never see her again. I thought about calling the cops, but I was scared. If I called the police and he found out . . . I just couldn't take the chance. What would you have done?"
"I don't know," I said. "But go ahead. What happened next?"
"He asked me if I knew where you were, said you could probably help find it-"
"Ha! Sorry. Go on."
"Again, I had to tell him I did not know but that I was expecting to hear from you soon. He said they would give me another day to find the stone or to find you. Then he hung up. Later, I thought about the stones in Paul's lab, got to wondering whether any of them were still there. If they were, why not try to pass one off as the real thing? They were obviously good fakes. The man who made them had even been fooled by one himself for a time. I was able to force the lock and get into his lab later in the day. I was desperate enough to try anything. There were four of them on the shelf, and I took the one you are holding now. I took it home with me and I waited. He phoned me again this morning-right before you called-and I told him I had come across it in the bottom of an old trunk. He sounded happy then. He even let me talk to Mary again and she said she was still okay. He told me where to take the stone, said they would meet me and make the exchange-her for it."
"And that is where we are headed now?"
"Yes. I would not have involved you needlessly, but they seemed so convinced that you were something of an authority on the thing that when you called it occurred to me that if you were there to corroborate my story there would be no question as to the stone's authenticity. I didn't like involving you this way, but it is a matter of life and death."
"Yeah. They may kill us all."
"Why should they? They will have what they want. It would be pointless to harm us."
"Witnesses," I said.
"To what? It would be our word against theirs that the incident even occurred. There is no record of it, no evidence of a kidnaping or anything else. Why jeopardize the status quo by killing people and starting a homicide investigation?"
"The whole thing stinks, that's why. We do not have sufficient facts to decide what may or may not be motivating them."
"What else was I to do? Call the police and take a chance they might not be bluffing?"
"I already said that I don't know. But at the risk of sounding ignoble, you might have left me out of this."
"Sorry," he said. "It was a quick judgment and maybe a wrong one. But I was not rushing you there blind. I knew I owed you an explanation, and that is what I have been giving you. We are not there yet. There is still time to drop you off if you do not want to be party to it. I intended to offer you the choice when I finished explaining things. Now that I have, you can make up your own mind about it. I had to hurry, though."
He glanced at his watch.
"When are we supposed to meet them?" I asked.
"About half an hour."
"Where?"
"Around eight miles, I think. I'm going by landmarks they gave me. Then we park it and wait."
"I see. I don't suppose you recognized the voice, or anything like that?"
"No."
I looked down at the pseudostone, semiopaque or semitransparent, depending on one's philosophy and vision, very smooth, shot with milky streaks and red ones. It somewhat resembled a fossil sponge or a seven-limbed branch of coral, polished smooth as glass and tending to glitter about its tips and junctures. Tiny black and yellow flecks were randomly distributed throughout. It was about seven inches long and three across. It felt heavier than it looked.
"Nice piece of work, this," I said. "I can't tell it from the other. Yes, I'll go with you."
"Thanks."
We drove on, maybe eight miles. I watched the scenery and wondered what was going to happen. Hal turned down an ill-tended car trail-I could not really call it a road-very near to the beach. He parked the car at the edge of a marshy area, in a place where the trees screened us on all sides. Then we got out, lit cigarettes and waited. I could hear the sea from where we stood, smell it, taste it. The soil was gritty, the air was clammy. I rested my foot on a log and stared into the stagnant wash, spindled and mutilated by reeds and reflection.
Several cigarettes later, Hal looked at his watch again.
"They're late," he said.
I shrugged.
"Probably watching right now to make sure we're alone," I said. "I would-for a long while. I would probably have a spotter back on the road, too."
"Sounds likely," he agreed. "I'm getting tired of standing. I'm going to sit in the car again."
I turned also, and we saw Jamie Buckler standing near the rear of the car, regarding us. He appeared to be unarmed, but then there was no necessity for him to flash a weapon. He knew we would do whatever he said without additional coercion.
"Are you the one who called?" Hal asked, advancing.
"Yes. Have you got it?"
"Is she all right?"
"She's fine. Have you got it?"
Hal halted and unwrapped the stone. He displayed it on his jacket.
"Here. See?"
"Yeah. Okay. Come on. Bring it along."
"Where?"
"Not far. Do an about-face and head that way," he said, gesturing. "There's a little trail."