"I guess you already know that I was under some kind of pressure back there." He jerked his head to indicate Gotham.
"I sensed as much, yes."
"You read my mind that first time I came to see you. It scared me a little. I'm glad we've had some time to get to know each other here, because I want to tell you about it."
Adjani said nothing, but leaned forward a fraction and inclined his head in a listening attitude.
"I don't know how to say this without sounding like a raving madman. But trust me, Adjani, and hear me out." Spence took a deep breath and launched into his story from the beginning right up to the moment he boarded the transport in secret. Adjani sat still as a stone-only his eyes showed that spark which indicated that he attended every word.
"… I couldn't tell you before. I was afraid you wouldn't believe me." Spence sipped his chilled coffee and watched his listener for a reaction.
"What you have told me disturbs me greatly, my friend. I wish that you had told me sooner-perhaps that afternoon in my quarters. This is a very dangerous game that you have become involved in."
Spence viewed Adjani's grave features with alarm. He had not expected the reaction he was receiving. "Surely you don't think…"
"If it were just a matter of what I think, you would be right to tell me to mind my own business. But what I have to say to you is not conjecture. I have seen it with my own eyes."
He clasped his hands in front of him and his sight turned inward as he lost himself to his tale.
"When I left school to return to my own country you can imagine how excited I was. I had heard my father talk about the mountains of India and the quaint villages perched on the sides of hills and on the edges of chasms. I was eager to see the land of my fathers, to walk where they had walked.
"But I was naive, my friend, dreaming of idyllic golden lands. I went to the mountains of Nagaland and I walked through villages that have not changed in a thousand years. But instead of quaint and happy peasants I saw people suffering unspeakably, people trapped by something so terrible it twists their minds and hearts. Do you know what it is?-fear. A fear so great that it drives them to take their own lives in despair. They die by the scores every year, throwing themselves, screaming, off the mountains to crush out their lives on the rocks below and so stop the terror. Many more hundreds collapse under the strain. Their minds snap and they become little more than automatons."
"But what are they afraid of?"
"They have a name for it: Supno Kaa Chor. Translated it means Dream Thief."
"Picturesque."
"It is no joke. These people believe that there is a god-the Dream Thief-who creeps from house to house in the night and steals the dreams of men while they sleep. He replaces their dreams with his own, and thereby sows the seeds of madness. They say he lives in a mountain place in the Himalayas where he keeps his stolen dreams locked in a great ruby which is guarded by six black demons from the underworld.
"It is said that when a person has no more dreams left in him the Dream Thief sends him into the night to take his own life."
"You don't believe that nonsense, surely."
"I believe there is something behind it, yes. It is real; I have seen its effects. I have seen the mindless wander the hills, screaming in terror in broad daylight. I have seen the broken bodies collected from the dry streambeds below the cliffs in the morning after the Dream Thief has passed through.
"Whatever it is, it is real."
"But you can't think that I-that I have anything at all in common with a bunch of frightened hillfollk."
Adjani eyed him strangely. "I am a connection man, remember? I make a living providing connections between seemingly unrelated facts and information; it is my job to suggest what does not readily occur to others. I am telling you what I believe is possible. It is up to you to discover whether there is something to be gained by examining what I have told you."
Spence stared at Adjani's grim expression. He was inclined to doubt the connection his friend had suggested; but for the obvious foreboding Adjani seemed to feel, he would have dismissed it outright.
"What do you think I should do?" he asked.
"We must work out a plan of action and a way to keep you safe until we can get back to Gotham to investigate."
"But I am in no danger here." Spence dismissed the notion with a sweep of his hand.
"You are in great danger, my friend. You yourself have felt it or you would not have come on this trip as you did. You know there is truth to what I say."
A buzzer sounded, signaling the end of burn-time gravity in five minutes, and everyone in the dining room rose and took their utensils and dishes back to the galley window. Spence slurped up the last of his coffee and stood. He hesitated, looking down at Adjani's upturned face and the concern written there.
"All right. I'll do what you say. Where do we start?" …
HOCKING GLARED AT HIs henchmen; his eyes, red rimmed from lack of sleep, burned out from his sockets like hot coals. His voice shook with anger and frustration.
"Three weeks he's been gone! Not a trace of him! Not a sign! And we have learned nothing from that slip of a girl. Mr. Millen, have you received an answer to that tracer you put on the pack age she sent?"
"It came in only an hour ago."
"Well, what is it? I'm waiting."
"The package was sent to Dr. Reston's home-rather, his father's home. It contained only the model and a birthday card. Nothing else."
"Hmm – that is interesting." The egg-chair spun around slowly in midair as Hocking pondered the meaning of this latest shred of information. Neither of the others spoke; they did not „ dare break in on their leader's thoughts. They had endured Hocking's fits every waking hour for three long weeks, and they feared for their lives. But suddenly Hocking spun around to face them and his deathly countenance lit with a wicked glee.
"Gentlemen!" he announced. "Our slippery water rat, Dr. Reston, has jumped ship. He has tricked us!"
Tickler shook his head. "How could he? We have watched every shuttle and checked every manifest-he never left the station. There is no other way out."
"There is one other way, you fools! The transport!" Hocking grimaced and his eyes blazed. "He's on that transport to Mars!"
"He was not listed on the manifest, I tell you. I checked it a dozen times. Not even under an assumed name."
"How we have underestimated our friend, gentlemen. Of course he is on that ship. He arranged to have himself put aboard outside normal channels-probably that bubble-headed girl acted for him. She is Zanderson's daughter after all. There is one quick way to find out: I'm going to pay a little visit to Zanderson himself."
Tickler frowned doubtfully. "Do you think you should?"
"Do I not? It is time he remembered who his keepers were.
Yes, I'll go and remind him myself. And I'll find out whether Reston is on that ship-as I'm sure he is."
Hocking stopped and leered at his associates. "Then we shall plan a little surprise for Spencer… to celebrate a successful journey. When he lands on Mars we'll be ready for him."
22
… SPENCE BOARDED THE LANDING pod with Packer and a half-dozen of his third-year men. He swung weightless into one of the seats lining the bulkhead and strapped himself in, pulling the safety webbing over him and fastening it tightly all around. He stared down at the magnificent red-gold sphere of Mars filling the port below him-so large had it grown in the last few days that no more than a slice of its curve could be seen.