CHAPTER V

"It comes to this, then," said Alec. "You mean to go and mingle with

the enemy, and try to discover weak spots in 'em, eh?"

"I don't see any other way to begin. We've been scratching for a plan

ever since we first heard of the usurpers; and nobody's come up with

one, for the good reason that we have nothing to go on. Oh, granted we

know we can kill their worldly bodies and send them home. But I hardly

think we're going to do nothing but roam the countryside killing off

puppets for the next thirty years."

"Remember what Jerry told me--that once one of them was sent back to

his own dimension, he could evidently still communicate with those who

were left here? That the aliens who're attached to human bodies exist

in both dimensions equally?"

"Yes, Alec, I was thinking of that a few minutes ago. It means

that under no circumstances can I let any one of them discover I

can see them; for even if I killed him here, he could go around

his silver-lined dimension telling all his pals about me. It means

working in the dark, from behind, anonymously. It means I've got to be

circumspect as Satan. We all have to be circumspect."

"Beg pardon, sir," put in Johnson, "but when do the rest of us have a

try at warping our eyeballs?"

"You don't, Sergeant," I said flatly.

"What d'you mean, we don't?" cried Alec. "Of course we do."

"No, son, not for a while, anyhow. It's a hundred to one, or a million,

more likely, to one, that we couldn't duplicate the exact injuries

again. We can't blind anyone else now. One of us seeing them may be

enough--or if he isn't, then half a dozen might not be any better."

"I think Will's right," said Marion suddenly. She lit a cigarette while

we waited. "I think we mustn't press our luck too far. At least we

should wait until we have a plan. I think--I really think one will be

enough."

"Why?"

"Those million to one odds. Why did the experiment succeed the second

time? I think God's with us. I think God's on our side, and means us to

win."

We were all very quiet for a while.

* * * * *

I went over to a wall mirror and examined my face. I took out my little

tin of pancake makeup, Marion's clever idea, and spread some thinly on

the scars of the blast: the little pink almost-healed scars that ran

across the bridge of my nose and scattered out fanwise toward my ears.

We were dealing with cleverness beyond thought, and every tiny giveaway

must be taken care of.

"Jerry Wolfe died," I said, still peering in the mirror, "because

he was taken unawares, because he hadn't prepared himself to stay

incognito among them. I have. I've had my first sight of _them_, and

been terribly shocked, yes; but now I think I'll be all right. I'm

ready to go."

"Up to London?"

"Yes."

"We'll all go."

"In a bunch? I don't think."

"No, in pairs and trios. But there's no sense in any of us frettin'

here without news from you." The Colonel was firm. "The motors are

below. Ready, you chaps?"

"Packed and primed," said Geoff.

"Let's be off."

And almost before I knew it we were in the old stables, putting our

gear in the back of Alec's great red Rolls.

"Who'll ride with me?" I asked.

"Not I," barked the Colonel promptly. "I've had some of your idea of

driving."

"I'll go with you, Will," said Geoff Exeter. "Just put my fist on the

car, will you?" I did so, and he climbed in. "I like speed," he said.

I had been hoping for Marion's company, but Geoff--well, he rated a

front-row stall in the game. He'd lost his eyes for us. I said, "Geoff

will stick with me for the first days. The rest of you put up at the

Albany, where Colonel Bedford has a suite, and at that inn in Baker

Street, The Gray Gander. Geoff and I will be at the Gloucester Club."

"I shall be there too, sir," said Johnson. "I've been on 'sick leave'

quite long enough."

"Roger. Geoff, the Sergeant and I at the Gloucester. The Colonel and

John at the Albany. Marion and Alec at The Gray Gander. Don't get in

touch with me, unless you give birth to some really ripping idea. I'll

find you when there's news."

I touched Marion's hand in farewell, and slid into the Jaguar. We

backed out and shot away into the blue.

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