“Did you hear him?” Seth Morley said. “Did you hear Russell say that—”
Thugg said, “I heard him.” He hesitated, then brought out the erggun; he handed it to Morley. “Somebody get the tranquilizer gun,” he said. “We’ll need all three. Are there any more? In the squib?”
“Two in the squib,” Seth Morley said, accepting the erggun from Thugg. You’re not going to kill us? he wondered. The psychopathic countenance of Ignatz Thugg had relaxed; the strained attentiveness which had marked Thugg had relented. Thugg looked calm and alert; sanely so.
“You’re not my enemies,” Thugg said. “They are.” He gestured with Belsnor’s pistol toward Russell. “I knew someone in the group was; I thought it was Belsnor, but I was wrong. I’m sorry.” He was silent for a time.
The rest of them remained silent, too. Waiting to see what would happen. It would come soon, they all knew. Five weapons, Seth Morley said to himself. Pitiful. They have air-to-ground missiles, .88 millimeter cannon—God knows what else. Is it worth it, trying to fight them?
“It is,” Thugg said, evidently reading his expression.
Seth Morley said, “I think you’re right.”
“I think I know,” Wade Frazer said, “what this experiment is all about.” The others waited for him to go on but he did not.
“Say it,” Babble said.
“Not until I’m sure,” Frazer said.
Seth Morley thought, I think I know, too. And Frazer is right; until we know absolutely, until we have total proof, we had better not even discuss it.
“I knew we were on Terra,” Mary Morley said quietly. “I recognized the moon; I’ve seen Luna in pictures… a long time ago when I was a child.”
“And what did you infer from that?” Wade Frazer said.
Mary said, “I—” She hesitated, glancing at her husband. “Isn’t it a military experiment by Interplan West? As all of us suspected?”
“Yes,” Seth Morley said.
“There’s another possibility,” Wade Frazer said.
“Don’t say it,” Seth Morley said.
“I think we had better say it,” Wade Frazer said. “We should face it openly, decide if it’s true, and then decide whether we want to go on and fight them.”
“Say it,” Babble said, stammering from overintensity.
Wade Frazer said, “We’re criminally insane. And at one time, probably for a long time, maybe years, we were kept inside what we call ‘the Building.’” He paused. “The Building, then, would be both a prison and a mental hospital. A prison for the—”
“What about our settlement?” Babble said.
“An experiment,” Frazer said. “But not by the military. By the prison and hospital authorities. To see if we could function on the outside… on a planet supposedly far away from Terra. And we failed. We began to kill one another.” He pointed at the tranquilizing gun. “That’s what killed Tallchief; that’s what started it all off. You did it, Babble. You killed Tallchief. Did you also kill Susie Smart?”
“I did not,” Babble said thinly.
“But you did kill Talichief.”
“Why?” Ignatz Thugg asked him.
Babble said, “I—guessed what we were. I thought Tallchief was what Russell turned out to be.”
“Who killed Susie Smart?” Seth Morley asked Frazer.
“I don’t know. I have no clue to that. Maybe Babble. Maybe you, Morley. Did you do it?” Frazer eyed Seth Morley. “No, I guess you didn’t. Well, maybe Ignatz did it. But my point is made; any one of us could have done it. We all have the inclination. That’s what got us into the Building.”
Mary said, “I killed Susie.”
“Why?” Seth Morley said. He could not believe it.
“Because of what she was doing with you.” His wife’s voice was ultra calm. “And she tried to kill me; she had that replica of the Building trained. I did it in self-defense; she engineered it all.”
“Christ,” Seth Morley said.
“Did you love her that much?” Mary demanded. “That you can’t understand why I would do it?”
Seth Morley said, “I barely knew her.”
“You knew her well enough to—”
“Okay,” Ignatz Thugg broke in. “It doesn’t matter, now. Frazer made his point; we all might have done it, and in every case one of us did.” His face twitched spasmodically. “I think you’re wrong. I just don’t believe it. We can’t be criminally insane.”
“The killings,” Wade Frazer said. “I’ve known for a long time that everyone here was potentially homicidal. There’s a great deal of autism, of schizophrenic lack of adequate affect.” He indicated Mary Morley scathingly. “Look how she tells about murdering Susie Smart. As if it’s nothing at all.” He pointed at Dr. Babble. “And his account of Tallchief’s death—Babble killed a man he didn’t even know… just in case—in case!—he might be some kind of authority figure. Any kind of authority figure.”
After an interval Dr. Babble said, “What I can’t fathom is, Who killed Mrs. Rockingham? That fine, dignified, educated woman … she never did any harm.”
“Maybe nobody did kill her,” Seth Morley said. “She was infirm; maybe they came for her, the way they came for me. To remove her so she’d survive. That’s the reason they gave me for coming after me and taking me away; they said Babble’s work on my shoulder was defective and I would soon die.”
“Do you believe that?” Ignatz Thugg asked.
Truthfully, Seth Morley said, “I don’t know. It might have been. After all, they could have shot me here, the way they did Belsnor.” He thought, Is Belsnor the only one they killed? And we did the rest? It supported Frazer’s theory… and they might not have intended to kill Belsnor; they were in a hurry and evidently they thought their ergguns were set on stun.
And they were probably afraid of us.
“I think,” Mary said, “that they interfered with us as little as possible. After all, this was an experiment; they wanted to see how it would come out. And then they did see how it was coming out, so they sent Russell here… and they killed Belsnor. But maybe they saw nothing wrong with killing Belsnor; he had killed Tony. Even we understand the—” She searched for the word.
“Unbalance,” Frazer said.
“Yes, the unbalanced quality in that. He could have gotten the sword some other way.” Lightly, she put her hand on her husband’s injured shoulder. Very lightly, but with feeling. “That’s why they wanted to save Seth. He hadn’t killed anyone; he was innocent. And you—” She snarled at Ignatz Thugg, snarled with hatred. “You would have slipped in and murdered him as he lay here hurt.”
Ignatz Thugg made a noncommittal gesture. Of dismissal. “And Mrs. Rockingham,” Mary finished. “She hadn’t killed anybody either. So they saved her, too. In the breakdown of an experiment of this type it would be natural for them to try to save as—”
“All you’ve said,” Frazer interrupted, “tends to indicate that I’m right.” He smiled disdainfully, as if he were personally unconcerned. As if he were not involved.
“There has to be something else at work,” Seth Morley said. “They wouldn’t have let the killings go on as long as they did. They must not have known. At least until they sent Russell. But I guess by then they knew.”
“They may not be monitoring us properly,” Babble said. “If they relied on those little artificial insects that scurry around carrying miniature TV cameras—”
“I’m sure they have more,” Seth Morley said. To his wife he said, “Go through Russell’s pockets; see what you can find. Labels in his clothing, what kind of watch or quasiwatch he’s wearing, bits of paper stuck away here and there.”
“Yes,” she said, and, gingerly, began to remove Russell’s spick-and-span jacket.
“His wallet,” Babble said, as Mary lifted it out. “Let me see what’s in it.” He took it from her, opened it. “Indentification. Ned W. Russell, residing at the dome-colony on Sirius 3. Twenty-nine years old. Hair: brown. Eyes: brown. Height: five eleven-and-a-half. Authorized to pilot class B and C vessels.” He looked deeper into the wallet. “Married. Here’s a 3-D photo of a young woman, undoubtedly his wife.” He rummaged further. “And this, pictures of a baby.”