Part 9 (1/2)
It went on: ”The fact is, Pell, people simply don't know what's good for them. Look at the blunderers and even downright crooks who are elected to World Government. Never the best brains, never the best talents. When a really able man gets into a position of leaders.h.i.+p it's an accident--a fluke.”
”I still don't see what all this has got to do with it,” said Pell.
There was a shrug in the metallic voice. ”For once the ablest men are going to take over. There are a number of us. You know already about myself and Doctor Nebel. Rysland will be with us, too, as soon as we can get him conditioned.”
”By conditioned, you mean this enzyme of yours?”
”Exactly. We started out in a small way, using force or trickery where necessary, and managed to condition a number of doctors and nurses.
Conditioning simply means injecting Nebel's compound and then giving the post-hypnotic command to be unquestioningly loyal to the Supremists. We created the Supremists, of course. In order for us to take over it will be necessary to have another war, and to conquer Venus. That can be done if Earth strikes quickly. Within the next few days I think there'll be enough Supremist influence to get this war started.”
Pell stared back, open-mouthed. To hear it coldly and calmly like this was shock, cold-water shock. ”Let me get this straight now. Your group made Supremists of doctors and nurses and they in turn made new members by installing this hypnosis stuff whenever anybody came for a hypodermic injection of any kind, is that it?”
”That's it.”
”But how does this stuff work? Does it knock you out, or what?”
”You'll be finding that out at first hand very shortly.”
Pell stiffened, made fists and unconsciously lifted them and looked around him, warily.
Larkin laughed. ”It won't do you much good to put up a fight. I'm sending a couple of my a.s.sistants in there. They specialize in people who want to make a struggle. And there's no reason to feel unhappy about it, Pell: once you're conditioned you'll simply be unable to do anything against the Supremist cause. You'll be happier, in fact, having such a cause. Ask your wife if that isn't so.”
Pell trembled with anger. ”How did you get to her? How did you make her do what she did?”
”You mean luring you into our little trap on the terrace, so to speak?
You mustn't blame Ciel for that. She couldn't help herself; she had to obey, after all. You see she was conditioned in Augea on the moon by Dr.
Wilc.o.x, one of our very loyal men. He simply dropped in when you were at the Post Office, pretended that Ciel needed a routine injection and she, not at all suspicious, allowed him to do it. He gave her the command of loyalty, and also cautioned her not to say anything about it. So you see, Ciel's been one of us for several days. It was just a little precaution of mine, in case you should become troublesome. I had to a.s.sign somebody to the investigation, of course, because Rysland and his crowd would have been too suspicious if I hadn't complied with their request.”
”You're stark crazy, Larkin! You ought to be in a mental hospital!”
”You'll be over that idea in a minute or so. Meanwhile, we're wasting time. I'm sending the boys in now. You'll make it easier for yourself if you submit without giving them any trouble.”
The door opened, then. Pell caught a quick glimpse of the other room and saw that it was a tastefully furnished living room. He recognized it, and knew where he was. This was a country house of Larkin's, topside, not far from the outskirts of World City. Whoever turned the freezer on him must have set the control at high intensity because it would take at least an hour to get to this place from the Stardust Cafe and he had been unconscious at least that long.
He had the momentary impulse to rush that partly opened door--and then the boys, as Larkin had called them, appeared.
They were specialists, little doubt of that. They regarded Pell with flat, almost disinterested looks as the door closed behind them. One held a hypodermic needle. He was the shorter of the two, but he had shoulders like ox-yokes. His face had been kneaded in the prize ring, and his bare arms were muscular and hairy but the top of his head was bald. The other had red hair, close-cropped. He was big and well-proportioned; Pell might have taken him for a professional football player.
Red did the talking. He spoke quietly, almost pleasantly. ”Gonna cooperate?” he asked Pell.
Pell said, ”You touch me, brother, and I'll make your face look like Baldy's.”
Red glanced at Baldy and seemed to sigh. Abruptly he whirled, jumped at Pell and brought a sizzling right hand punch through the air. Pell ducked it. He saw Baldy move in as he did so, and a painful blow struck the back of his neck. His teeth rattled when it struck. Something caught him under the chin, straightened him. When he was straight a pile driver struck him in the midsection.
It was all over within a matter of seconds. Under different circ.u.mstances Pell might have found time to admire their technique.