"Now, just a minute, Alan," Bennett Keifer said later. "Before you go
off half-cocked like that--"
"Eugene made some accusations, then died," Alan insisted, "before he
could show me the proof."
"We're all grownups here, Alan," Keifer said easily. There was no
mistaking his tone. He would _assume_ Alan was a grownup. "You're
twenty-five," he went on. "One day soon you'll take over the Federation
movement, so you can't afford to be impetuous. You tried to find that
letter, didn't you?"
"Yes," Alan admitted. "It wasn't there."
"Of course it wasn't. It never existed. Alan, listen to me. Talbrick
was an old man. Our viewpoints differed diametrically. He couldn't
reconcile himself with the fact that your father agreed with me."
"But--"
"But that isn't important. This is. Someone, some unknown person,
killed your father. Someone killed Talbrick. Richard Tremaine, then
Talbrick. I'm next in line, Alan. Or maybe you are. Someone is out to
wreck the Federation from the inside, by killing off its leaders."
"If what you say is true, why didn't they finish the job in Talbrick's
apartment? They could have killed me, too."
"You frightened them off."
"I'll be frank," Alan said coolly. "Let's assume _you_ were
responsible. You couldn't afford to kill me. You need me for a
figurehead."
Keifer smiled. "I should be angry. I'm not." He flipped the intercom
toggle on his desk and said, "Haddix, come in here, please."
The door opened. A tall, gangling man in the uniform of a Federation
captain entered the room. He moved with easy, feline grace. When he
spoke, he purred like a great cat. "Yes, sir?" he said saluting Keifer.
"You sent for me?"
"Alan, this is Captain Haddix, the Internal Security Officer here at
Red Sands. Captain, will you tell Mr. Tremaine where I was for the past
three hours?"
"Right here, sir. You had a brief interview with this man, then
remained here with me, discussing the water ultimatum."
"You see?" Keifer said. "Right here."
Perhaps he had jumped to an unwarranted conclusion, Alan thought. He
said, "What is this water ultimatum?"
Keifer dismissed the Internal Security Officer, then explained, "We're
in trouble, Alan. An hour ago, the Earth colonial office contacted us
with an ultimatum. Either we lay down our arms and tell the provisional
governments on the other Outworlds to surrender their authority, or
Mars' water supply is cut off. We were given one hour."
"But Earth's own military forces here on Mars would die of thirst."
Keifer shrugged. "Apparently they're expendable. Of course, I rejected
the ultimatum."
"What can you do?"
"I don't know," Keifer said. "They can do what they say, unfortunately."
It would be simple, Alan knew. Arid Mars had depended for water which
flowed in an adequate trickle from the polar caps until the coming of
the Earth colony. For the past twenty years, though, water-surplus
Venus supplied Mars with its water. A warp had been opened in space
from the Venusian orbit to the Martian, with life-giving water flowing
through from the second planet to the fourth at the rate of fifty
thousand gallons per second. It had been a stupendous sub-space
engineering feat, for the warp varied in length from sixty to two
hundred million miles, depending upon the orbital positions of the two
planets. Earth could shut the warp at any point along its vast length.
Parched, arid Mars would be forced to lay down its arms in a matter of
days.
"Captain Haddix is taking a ship along the warp-route," Keifer said,
"assuming the ultimatum is in earnest. He might be able to find the
break, but I doubt if he could repair it. Would you care to go along?"
"Yes," Alan said. He still didn't believe Earth would subject millions
of people, its own military garrison included, to killing thirst.
"Very well. I--"
At that moment, a buzzer sounded on Keifer's desk. "Yes, what is it?"
The voice was frantic. "This is the reservoir, sir. The water's stopped
flowing. The warp is closed!"
"We'll ration what we have left," Keifer said grimly. "Two quarts per
person, effective immediately." Then, to Alan: "I'll make arrangements
for you with Captain Haddix. They weren't fooling, Alan. They gave us
exactly one hour."
Alan met Captain Haddix outside, where plans were made for their flight
to the space-warp route. If Earth did this, Alan thought bleakly, then
maybe Keifer was right. For Earth would thereby condemn itself in the
eyes of the Outworlds with such blatant disregard for human life.
* * * * *
"They haven't touched us so far, Dad," Laura Olmstead told her father.
"Alan won't let them."
"We're prisoners in this room. But I think Alan's a prisoner, too. Up
here." General Olmstead tapped his head. "They've got the boy fooled,
Laura, if what you told me is the truth."
"I'm sure it is. I'm sure Alan wouldn't have betrayed his own father
like that. You've got to trust him, Dad."
General Olmstead grunted. "We don't have any choice, do we?"
Laura was thinking: _Please, Alan. Please. They've got you confused.
You didn't do this intentionally. Please._
The door to their prison chamber suddenly slid, with much grating and
creaking, into the wall. A tall, distinguished-looking man in the
uniform of a Federation colonel came into the room. "I am Colonel
Bennett Keifer," he introduced himself, "second in command to Alan
Tremaine here at Red Sands. How do you do, Mr. Olmstead?"
"_General_ Olmstead," Laura's father said coldly.
"We recognize no Earth titles here in Red Sands, Mr. Olmstead. We
recognize your importance, though."
"Exactly what does that mean?"
"There are certain things Alan Tremaine would like to find out.
The strength of the Earth garrison at Syrtis Major, the number
of jet-copters at your disposal, your plans for putting down the
insurrections at the smaller Martian settlements."
"You'll get nothing from me," General Olmstead promised.
"Perhaps. Your daughter is a lovely woman, Mr. Olmstead. Quite lovely."
"If you as much as touch her, I'll kill you with my own hands!"
"Theatrics, Mr. Olmstead. You are in no position to do anything of the
sort. You can save us both a lot of trouble if you answer my questions."
"Get out of here," General Olmstead said.
Shrugging, Keifer called over his shoulder: "Guard!"
Two strapping figures entered the chamber and waited for orders.
"Take Mr. Olmstead to another room, please. I wish you were more
reasonable, Mr. Olmstead. We need that information badly."
* * * * *
Struggling and cursing, General Olmstead was borne from the room.
"Don't worry about me," Laura called after him. "We both have a duty to
Earth."
"This is ironic," Keifer said after the door had closed. "I had planned
it thoroughly. We have men here who are experts in an art which was old
when civilization was young."
"Torture?" Laura said. "My father won't--"
"I said it's ironic. I never expected you, Laura. The General has a
daughter, a common, ordinary girl. He loves her. He sees things in her
no one else does. But you--you are beautiful. Listen to me, Laura. Your
father is an experienced professional soldier. We can use him here in
Red Sands. If we make an alliance, the Federation could hold all of
Mars in a week."
"What kind of alliance?"
"There are few women in Red Sands," said Keifer. "None of them as
pretty as you. I'm restless, Laura. That kind of alliance." Quite
objectively, he let his eyes study her slowly, starting at the top
of her head and working down without passion, without hurry. When he
finished, she was blushing. "Exactly that kind of an alliance," he said.
"You're crazy if you think I--"
"Your father expects the worst. He thinks we're going to hurt you.
We're not. We're going to hurt him.
"Plans can change. Your father will be tortured, while you are sitting
here with me. We can break a man, Laura, physically and mentally. We
can make him talk. Or--you can save us the trouble."
"How?"
"By telling your father you believe this is the winning side. By
telling him you're going to live with me."
"To--what?"
"To live with me."
"I wouldn't marry you if--"
"My dear young lady. I never said anything about marriage. Perhaps
later, I don't know. I'm a cautious man. You're still an unknown
quantity, you see."
"You can just get out of here."
"As you wish. But let me tell you something: here in Red Sands we're
subtle when we have to be, crude when we must. Now, take your father.
There are ways of hurting a man, of pulling out his fingernails slowly,
of applying pressure to certain nerves at the base of the skull, of
a slow, steady pounding of the soles of the feet, of breaking bones,
starting with the toes and--"
"That's enough!" Laura cried. "Don't say any more."
Keifer shrugged. "Also as you wish. Your father will not be harmed, I
promise you. Tonight, you may come to my quarters if you wish. If you
don't my promise will no longer be valid. In a day or two, perhaps we
can tell your father of our alliance. Will I see you tonight?"
"Yes," Laura said. "Just get out of here now."
"Tonight," Keifer told her, and left the room.