'Why?'
'Oh well. It's all a matter of ritual, you see.' Jerry uncovered Frank whose face had aged. He began to shiver, rubbing nervously at his arms, passing his hands over his head.
'I'm losing heat, Jerry. I'm losing heat, Jerry. I'm losing heat, Jerry.'
'And dynamic, I suppose.' Jerry pushed at Frank's chest with his vibragun. 'Move along there, Frank. Can you manage the box, Flora?'
Til have to get some clothes on first. And pack.'
'Wear your uniform. Pack your dresses. Okay?'
'Okay.'
Flora quickly got ready and lifted the heavy box. Jerry pushed the cringing Frank forward. 'We'll make for my convertible. We'll take you along with us, Frank. This environment isn't doing you any good at all.'
They descended the stairs, then descended the steps that led them into the square. Marines still stood about in the sun, taking a well-deserved rest from the dirty business of war. Jerry hid his vibragun with his cloak and the three of them walked slowly to the car. Flora got in the back with the box. Frank sat beside Jerry as he started the Phantom VI up.
'Where are we going?'Flora asked.
'Our first duty is to get Frank into a rest home. It's not far from here. A couple of hours drive. I think he'll last until then.'
Flora sniffed. 'You think so?'
'He is beginning to niff a bit, I must admit.'
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I
Bizarre fatherhood trap exposed!
When Jerry, Flora and Frank arrived at Sunnydale Reclamation Centre, Matron greeted them with some eagerness.
'You've done the place up nicely.' Jerry gave the rebuilt centre the once-over as they stood in the drive by the car.
'What with all the emergency cases coming in during recent months, Mr Cornelius, we had tae work quickly. Och, we've been that understaffed! Working with no proper instructions from administration... There's no much left of your wee mansion, o' course.'
'We have to cannibalize where necessary.' Jerry glanced sadly at Flora and past her to where he saw the shell of his little Dutch mansion.
'It's a shame,' said Flora.
'And what's yon wee chappy so upset aboot?' Matron looked professionally at the crumpled figure of Frank who sat in the front seat covering his face with his thin hands and mewling to himself.
'Another emergency, I'm afraid, Matron. A special case...'
'Aye. That's what they all say.'
'Could you put him in a blank tank right away?'
'It is wise, Mr Cornelius?'
'It's urgent.'
'A rather crude...'
'Don't worry. He's a rather crude patient.'
If you say so, sir. I'll get a couple of the lads tae take him in.' Matron went back through the main door and re-emerged with two assistants who picked Frank up and bore him, tightly foetal now, off.
Koutrouboussis, in an elegant blue mohair lounge suit with matching shirt and tie, his face and hands bandaged, came out of the door after Matron had gone in. He glanced sourly at Jerry. 'Having fun?'
'Can't complain. You appear to have left London in a hurry. How are Maureen and Barbara?'
They were bubbled up,' Koutrouboussis said thoughtfully. 'Ah. This is Captain Hargreaves. Captain Hargreaves, this is Spiro Koutrouboussis. He's a member of my organization.'
'You run an organization?' Flora raised her eyebrows.
'Six of one, half a dozen of the other.'
'How do you do?' Koutrouboussis gave a tiny stiff bow, winced with pain and seemed to have difficulty turning his eyes on Jerry again. 'Did you get the machine?'
'Flora had it. It's in the back of the car.'
'So we can begin work. About bloody time. I'm sick to death of my particular role. I need a break.'
'We could all benefit from a change.'
'Can we get down to the lab now?'
'You can if you like. I'm a bit anxious about the inner man.' Jerry looked inquiringly at Flora. 'Could you do with a bite?'
She laughed. 'You know I could!'
Jerry escorted her into the cool, sweet-smelling interior of the reclamation centre.
2
Doctors prove sex guilts make you impotent!
Jerry walked between the rows of blank tanks in the long hushed ward.
Each tank had its indicators, its curled black figure, its tube running from the head to the surface to the connections along the edges. He studied the coded plates on the base of each tank and eventually found Frank. He was hanging in the exact centre of his tank. Every dial registered zero.
Jerry turned to the engineer who walked slowly down the other side of the aisle checking readings against sheets on a clipboard.
'Number 30005. Any anticipation yet?'
The engineer shrugged.
'Too early.'
Jerry licked his lower lip.
'Fair enough.'
3
The nympho cossack queen of the bloody steppes Catherine, in all her sweetness, stared at him through the darkness of the room and he sat up in the bed, his hand clawing into Flora's right breast so that she screamed and Catherine disappeared and Jerry slapped her mouth and punched her stomach and shrieked and ran from the room, and staggered through the galleries until he came back to the blank tank ward and reached Frank and smashed at the glass with his fists so his hands streamed with blood and the fluid from the tank bathed them. Frank sank.
4
I trained the nude girl boxers of Bangkok
Naked, Jerry went back to the bedroom and gathered up his gun while Flora wept. 'It's not your fault,' he said. 'But it's terror time, I'm afraid.'
Swamp lust!
Jerry crossed to the lab wing, holding his gun tight against his thigh. There were lights. He opened the door. Koutrouboussis looked up red-eyed.