_Strange Interview_
Bentley and Tyler were to learn in the next few minutes how great was
the executive ability of Caleb Barter. He had created a mighty puzzle,
each and every bit of which must fit together exactly. Time was
important in making the puzzle complete--and the puzzle changed with
each passing second. As the anthropoid went slowly down the face of
the Clinton Building, Bentley was sure that Barter controlled every
move and saw every slightest thing that transpired. He knew very well
that of all the great organization which had been set to prevent the
taking of Saret Balisle, not a man would now shoot at the ape for fear
of jeopardizing the life of Balisle.
And yet Balisle was being spirited away to pass through an experience
which would be far worse than a merciful bullet through the brain or
the heart. Bentley knew he would be justified in the eyes of humanity
if he ordered his men to fire upon the anthropoid, even if he were
sure that Balisle would die. But as long as there was life there was
hope, too, and he couldn't bring himself to give the order.
The ape dropped down the face of the building as easily as he would
have dropped from limb to limb of a jungle tree. The sixteen
stories under him did not disconcert him at all. Bentley had a
suspicion about this particular ape, but he wouldn't know for a
time yet whether his suspicion had a basis in fact. He couldn't think
of a man--especially an old man like Harold Hervey--making that
hair-raising descent. Yet ... if he were controlled, mind and soul,
by Caleb Barter the Mind Master...?
"Tyler," said Bentley tersely. "The instant the ape reaches the street
I'm going to order your men to fire. You will shout out to them now,
designating which ones shall fire. Be sure they are crack marksmen who
will drill the ape without hitting Balisle--and, by all means, have
them wait so that the ape's fall won't send Balisle crashing to
death."
"Maybe I'd better tell them to rush him?"
"Maybe that's better, but remember they're dealing with a giant
anthropoid, in strength at least, and that somebody is likely to be
fatally injured. In addition the ape may tear Balisle apart as soon as
men start to close in on him. Barter will have thought of that, and
all he'll have to do to make his puppet perform is to will him to do
it. No, they'll have to shoot--and tell them to aim at his head and
heart."
- - -
Tyler leaned out of the window and shouted to the men across the
street.
"Shoot as soon as the ape reaches the sidewalk!" he cried. "Be careful
you don't hit Balisle."
And from Balisle himself, muffled and frightened, came a sudden cry.
"Shoot now! I'd rather fall and have it over with!"
There was a moment of silence. Bentley almost gave the order to fire
when the ape was at the twelfth story, but he held his tongue by a
supreme effort of will.
Balisle looked down. It must have been a terrifying experience to
swing above such a horrible abyss by one leg, and for a moment Balisle
lost his head. He screamed and started to grapple with his grim
captor.
"Don't, Balisle!" shouted Tyler. "You'll make him lose his balance.
Hang on as you are and we'll get him when he reaches the street."
"What good will it do?" screamed Balisle, his voice taking on a high
keening note as the ape dropped again, this time from the twelfth to
the eleventh floor. "He slipped it over a hundred men to get me this
far. He'll find a way to beat you when he reaches the street, too."
Bentley had a sinking feeling that Balisle spoke the truth; but even
so, he could not see how anybody, even Barter, could walk through the
trap which was being tightened around the descending anthropoid.
It made Bentley dizzy to watch the slow methodical descent of the
anthropoid. He could fancy himself in Balisle's position and it made
him sick and faint. He understood the desperation which caused Balisle
to make yet another attempt to battle with the ape.
Then the ape did a grim thing.
He paused on the eleventh floor, and crouching on a window sill,
deliberately snapped Balisle's head against the wall of the Clinton
Building! In his time Bentley had slain rabbits exactly like that.
Balisle hung now as limp as a rag and blood dripped from his mouth and
nose. But Bentley knew, as his face went white at the sound of that
sharp, thudding blow that Balisle had not been killed by it.
- - -
Savage oaths burst from the lips of policemen who saw the action of
the ape.
"He acts like a human being! An ape wouldn't have thought of that!"
The words came hysterically from the lips of a woman who, frightened
though she was, could not tear herself from the window to the right of
where Bentley and Tyler leaned out to stare down.
Bentley smiled grimly. What would she think if he told her gravely
that the creature crawling down the face of the building was not quite
an ape?
So far the public didn't know what the Mind Master schemed. He'd
spoken of stealing brains, but that had meant nothing to the general
public. Just the maunderings of a madman, perhaps.
At the third floor the anthropoid hesitated. He seemed to be gazing
all around, noting the preparations which were being made to trap him
at the street level.
"An ape wouldn't do that," muttered Bentley. "A man would. The man in
that manape is showing through--but he won't be able to force himself
free of Barter's domination. If he could he'd probably throw Balisle
down now to keep him from being ... well, treated as Barter intends to
treat him."
The ape dropped to the second floor. Silence seemed to hang over Fifth
Avenue. Ugly gun muzzles protruded from every window across the
street. Scores of rifles were aimed down from windows in the Clinton
Building, to drill the ape through from above.
At that instant a limousine whirled into Fifth Avenue, traveling fast,
and ground to a stop under the ape.
"What's this?" cried Bentley.
"That's Saret Balisle's car," said Tyler. "There's nobody in it but
his chauffeur. The fool! Does he think he can take his master away
from the ape singlehanded?"
"That looks like foolhardy loyalty, but I'm not so sure that it's
Balisle's chauffeur at the wheel. Tyler, send somebody down to
wherever it is that Balisle parks his car."
- - -
But before Tyler could move to obey, the anthropoid ape made his
surprise move, and did a thing which no ape would have thought of
doing. He hurled Balisle toward the limousine. The somersaulting body
struck the roof of the car, crashed through the fabric, and dropped
into the tonneau.
At the same instant the limousine leaped to full speed ahead.
A shower of bullets smashed windows and scored deeply and menacingly
the brick walls all around the giant anthropoid which for a second
still crouched on the second-story ledge. The ape whirled and crashed
through the window at his back.
"Tyler, send half a dozen cars after that limousine. They simply have
to catch it. But they mustn't fire for fear of killing Balisle. Have
the car followed right to Barter's hideout. The men in this building
will scatter at once through the building. We must trap that ape!"
The whole police organization was in a turmoil.
Sirens screamed as police cars flashed after the fleeing limousine
which carried Saret Balisle away. Doors slammed and windows crashed as
two score policemen scattered through the building, armed with riot
guns and pistols, seeking the ape.
Tyler, after barking the staccato orders which set his men in motion,
turned to Balisle's secretary.
"Quickly, the number Balisle calls when he wants his automobile sent
around."
The girl gave it, and Tyler called the number.
"Are Mr. Balisle's car and chauffeur there?" he asked.
He swore explosively and hung up the receiver.
"Another killing," he said. "Balisle's car is gone and the garage
people have just found his chauffeur, almost ripped to pieces, in
another car left at the garage for storage.
"That means this ape is armed with metal fingernails, just like the
one that killed the insurance man in the Flatiron Building. That means
he'll be doubly dangerous when caught. The murdered chauffeur will
have to wait for a few moments while we capture the ape."
- - -
Shouts and shots rang through the Clinton Building. The ape was going
wild, crashing through doors and windows as if they weren't there. His
mad bellowing sounded terrifying in the extreme, so deep and rumbling
that the air seemed to tremble with its menace.
But in the end there came a chorus of triumphant shouts which told
that the giant ape had been surrounded.
Bentley and Tyler raced in the direction of the sounds. From all
directions came the sounds of footfalls as other plain-clothes men
raced to be in at the death. Bentley held his automatic tightly
gripped in his right hand. He knew exactly where he was going to aim
if the ape were not dead when he reached him.
The creature had been cornered in the areaway between two banks of
elevators and had climbed up the cage as high as he could go. He was
just out of reach of human hands, even had there been any men there
with the courage to try to take him alive. A white foam dripped from
the chattering lips of the anthropoid. His red-rimmed eyes flashed
fire. Bentley noted the little metal ball on top of the creature's
head.
Deliberately he stopped, raised his automatic, and held it steady
while he pressed the trigger with the extreme care which a
sharp-shooter knows to be necessary ... and a bullet ploughed through
the top of the ape's head.
The little ball vanished, and the ape released his grip suddenly. His
chattering died away to an uncertain murmur, the fire went out of his
eyes, and he fell to the floor. No bullet had yet actually struck him,
for he had whirled into the window from the second-story ledge
simultaneously with the barking of the policemen's rifles and pistols.
He had escaped there--but here he was not to escape.
Bentley and Tyler both lifted their voices to shout warnings to the
policemen, but their voices were drowned in the savage explosions of a
dozen weapons, in the hands of men who probably thought the creature
was in the act of charging ... and the ape sprawled on the floor, his
legs and arms quivering.
- - -
Half a dozen men rushed forward, weapons extended.
"Keep back!" yelled Bentley, rushing in.
He stood over the ape, staring intently at his glazing eyes.
"Tyler," snapped Bentley, "have everybody fall back beyond earshot."
Tyler issued the orders. Bentley shouted, "Quickly, quickly!" knowing
he had little time.
Then, with Tyler beside him, he knelt beside the ape.
"I know you can't talk, but you can answer me by nodding or shaking
your head. You are Harold Hervey, aren't you?"
The eyes of the ape were hopeless. Tyler gasped, staring at Bentley as
though for a moment he thought him crazy. But in the next instant he
doubted his own sanity, for the ape, slowly and ponderously, nodded
his head.
"I'm going to name a number of places where I think you might have
been taken," went on Bentley. "In each case nod or shake your head. Is
it near Sixth Avenue?"
Slowly the great head moved, more slowly even than before; but it
nodded.
"Where? Below Twenty-third Street?"
Again the ponderous, agonizing nod.
Bentley went on.
"Below Fourteenth Street?"
Again the nod, barely perceptible this time.
"Below Christopher Street?" asked Bentley.
This time the head shook from side to side, ever so slightly.
"Two blocks above Christopher?"
But this question was never destined to be answered. The giant
anthropoid in whose skull-pan was the brain of Harold Hervey, entirely
controlled by Caleb Barter, until Bentley had shot the little metal
ball from his head, had died.
Bentley rose and looked down at the anthropoid for several seconds.
"Barter will hate to lose this creature," he said. "He probably has
just the number of apes he needs--and Tyler, here's a hunch: he'll
need an ape to take the place of this one! Get me the best surgeon to
be found in Manhattan, and get him as fast as you can!"
"Good God!" ejaculated Tyler. "What do you want a surgeon for? What
are you going to do?"
"Barter needs an ape to take the place of this one. I shall be that
ape!"
* * * * *
The Mind Master
By Arthur J. Burks
_Conclusion_
[Illustration: _"Now, Bentley," said Barter, "I'll explain
what I intend doing."_]