Part 39 (1/2)

”Don't follow,” I grunted. ”As you say, I'm no medical person.”

”Alive, your hair grows and must be cut. You shave and trim off beard.

Your fingernails are pared. Now and then you lose a small bit of hide or a few milliliters of blood. These are things that, when injected under the skin of a normal human, makes them Mekstrom. Dead, your ground up body would not provide much substance.”

”Pleasant prospect,” I growled. ”So what do I do to avert this future?”

”Steve, I don't know. I've done what I can for you. I've effected the cure and I've done it in safety; you're still Steve Cornell.”

XXII

”Look,” I blurted with a sudden rush of brain to the head, ”If I'm so all-fired important to both sides, how come you managed to sequester me for four months?”

”We do have the laws of privacy,” said Farrow simply. ”Which neither side can afford to flout overtly. Furthermore, since neither side really knew where you were, they've been busily prowling one another's camps and locking up the prowlers from one another's camps, and playing spy and counterspy and counter-counterspy, and generally piling it up pyramid-wise,” she finished with a chuckle. ”You got away with following that letter to Catherine because uppermost in your mind was the brain of a lover hunting down his missing sweetheart. No one could go looking for Steve Cornell, Mekstrom Carrier, for reasons not intrinsically private.”

”For four months?” I asked, still incredulous.

”Well, one of the angles is that both sides knew you were immobilized somewhere, going through this cure. Having you a full Mekstrom is something that both sides want. So they've been willing to have you cured.”

”So long as someone does the work, huh?”

”Right,” she said seriously.

”Well, then,” I said with a grim smile, ”the obvious thing for me to do is to slink quietly into New Was.h.i.+ngton and to seek out some high official in secrecy. I'll put my story and facts into his hands, make him a Mekstrom, have him cured, and then we'll set up an agency to provide the general public with--”

”Steve, you're an engineer. I presume you've studied mathematics. So let's a.s.sume that you can--er--bite one person every ten seconds.”

”That's six persons per minute; three-sixty per hour; and, ah, eighty-six-forty per day. With one hundred and sixty million Americans at the last census--um. Sixty years without sleep. I see what you mean.”

”Not only that, Steve, but it would create a panic, if not a global war.

Make an announcement like that, and certain of our not-too-friendly neighbors would demand their shares or else. So now add up your time to take care of about three billion human souls on this Earth, Steve.”

”All right. So I'll forget that c.o.c.keyed notion. But still, the Government should know--”

”If we could be absolutely certain that every elected official is a sensible, honest man, we could,” said Farrow. ”The trouble is that we've got enough demagogues, publicity hounds, and rabble-rousers to make the secret impossible to keep.”

I couldn't argue against that. Farrow was right. Not only that, but Government found it hard enough to function in this world of Rhine Inst.i.tute with honest secrets.

”Okay, then,” I said. ”The only thing to do is to go back to Homestead, Texas, throw my aid to the Highways in Hiding, and see what we can do to provide the Earth with some more sensible method of inoculation. I obviously cannot go around biting people for the rest of my life.”

”I guess that's it, Steve.”

I looked at her. ”I'll have to borrow your car.”

”It's yours.”

”You'll be all right?”