“What the hell is this all about?”
“You persist in this charade, do you?” he said. “I begin to think that you are not so smart. But perhaps you are simply stalling for time. Are you expecting someone?” He moved quickly to the door, looked out, closed it, and walked over to me.
“Mr….”
“Peters.”
“Peters, or whatever your name is, you will walk out of this room in front of me and lead me out of here as if you were taking me someplace. You understand? My gun will not be visible, but it will be in my pocket trained on your abdomen. It has a hair trigger. Do you know anything about guns?”
“I know about guns,” I said.
“I hope you know enough to determine that this is a real gun.” He held it up cautiously and I could see it was a.45.
“It’s real,” I said.
“I’m glad you see that.”
“You’re making a hell of a mistake. We’ll get halfway down the hall and they’ll grab both of us. You don’t seem to understand that I’m a patient too.”
“You would like me to believe that. I know you have been planted here. I can always spot you. Now we have wasted enough time. Would you like a drink before we start to give you a little brace and tighten up your nerves? I knew when the shoe was on the other foot, you’d be cowards.”
“I have no shoes.”
“Pleading will accomplish nothing. Now if you will just do as you are told, you may get through this alive. We will walk slowly, speaking to no one. We will pass the nurse station near the elevators, step into the elevators, and go down to the basement.”
“But you have no clothes.”
He smiled shyly, reached under his bed, and pulled out a small, brown paper bag neatly tied with string.
“My clothes are in here. Nothing fancy, but they will suffice. You think all this will help you to track me down later, but it won’t. I have friends. Now let’s go. Remember that I will not hesitate to use this gun. I have nothing to lose. If you stop me this time, I’m sure you will never give me another opportunity to escape, and I’ll be lucky to live through the day.”
“But-”
“One more word and I’m afraid I’ll have to shoot. I’m not sure how effective this silencer is, but if I have to try it, I will.”
I walked to the door.
“You’re making a mistake.”
“Perhaps,” said the little man, who was now at the door. “It won’t be the first time, and let’s hope for both of our sakes that it will not be the last either. I regret we no longer have time for a last drink of Old Sweat Sox. Be good enough to step into the hall.”
The man, gun carefully pointed at me, opened the door to reveal Sklodovich, hand raised to knock.
“Got the corridors confused,” said Sklodovich, walking in and sitting on the chair. “Well, does he know anything?”
I was not sure to whom the question was addressed, but it seemed senseless in either case and was answered with silence.
“You know this man?” asked the short man, who accepted the new intruder without a blink or word. Again I was not sure who was being asked.
“It’s Toby,” said Sklodovich. “Toby Peters.”
Dealer put his gun in the dark silk packet, sat at the edge of his bed, and began to remove the string from his brown paper package as he chewed on his lower lip. Inside the package was a sandwich, which he began to eat. There was nothing else in the bag, which supposedly contained clothing.
“What can I do for you?” he said through a mouthful of American cheese.
“Toby wants out, the way you got Ressner out.”
Dealer grinned and walked to the window, where he pulled down the shade. Out of the unfurled shade drifted a large sheet of paper. We moved to the bed, where Dealer spread out the paper and Sklodovich assumed an air of rapt attention.
“Our main problem,” said Dealer, earnestly pointing to something on the complex chart before us, “is the moat.”
“Moat?” I asked.
“The drawbridge is down during the day, but is well guarded,” he went on. “At night it is up, but the guard is small because they don’t fear an attack from the rear, a move from within the bowels of their own vile creation of terror. I know the mechanism of the bridge, for I’ve worked on the greasing detail under heavy guard. That mechanism, gentlemen, is the only way. The moat, as you noticed when they brought you in, is not too deep, long, or wide to swim, but it is filled with deadly little fish that can pick a man clean to the bone before he takes three strokes. Therefore one man, you, Ivan, will overpower the drawbridge guard, and you, Toby, will put on the guard’s uniform and answer any calls to the guard station while Ivan and I work on the bridge. You can speak their language, can’t you?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Good. Any questions? Excellent,” beamed the man, rolling up the sheet of paper. “Now, as long as they do not put the iron mask back on my head this afternoon, and I doubt if they will, since it caused a strawberry rash last time and they had to work on me for days so I could be viewed without consequence by the Swiss legation and the Red Cross. Gentlemen, until midnight.”
The little man removed the robe and climbed into bed after puffing up the pillow. He began to snore before Sklodovich reached the door. We left quietly, closing the door behind us.
“Is that.45 of his loaded?” I asked.
“No mechanism,” said Sklodovich, looking down the hall.
“Does he really expect us to come back tonight to escape?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t really matter since he wouldn’t leave anyway. Besides, I don’t want to go. I like it here.”
“What do you mean ‘he wouldn’t leave here anyway?’”
“Dealer can leave whenever he wants to. His door is open. He just won’t go out unless a doctor or nurse actually holds his hand and leads him out. He thinks the floor will give way and he’ll shoot four floors to the ground. That’s his problem.”
Leaning against the wall, Sklodovich pulled a key from his pocket.
“A passkey,” he said. “Might come in very handy. Dealer slipped it to me.”
“I thought you were both idiots,” I sighed.
“There’s a difference between being insane and being stupid. We aren’t stupid.”
“I didn’t mean …”
“No offense taken,” said Sklodovich, smiling.
The fluorescent corridor was empty and quiet except for a distant muffle of voices. Sklodovich turned toward the door leading to the roof and I had a sinking, tired feeling down to my knees which were ready to give way.
“I don’t think I can make it over the roof,” I whispered, grabbing his arm.
Sklodovich winked and, with a nod of his head, indicated that I should follow him. In a quick-paced follow-the-leader, we by-passed the roof door and make a quick turn to the left down a short corridor with a door at the end. My guide turned the handle with a hairy hand. We walked through the door after he peeped on the other side and found ourselves standing no more than twenty steps from our room, which I had assumed was a gruesome odyssey away.
“Why didn’t we just come through there in the first place?” I shouted as I plodded barefoot behind him into the room. “I was almost killed crawling up shafts and onto ledges.” He placed the key in the closet on a shelf and covered it with a sheet. I fell exhausted on my bed. I was almost dry by now and wanted to sleep for at least a day, but I was angry enough to glare at the man who had led me on again.
“Many ways of doing things,” he said. “Always an easy way, and most people go through life doing things the easy way because it’s the only sensible way, but the easy way doesn’t always mean anything. To have meaning, things have to be done the hard way, physically, emotionally. If not, you go through life like a vegetable, cooked carrots. Mentally,” he said, pointing to his head, “there is no hard way for me anymore, so I do it physically. And hell, I didn’t even take you the hardest way. I could have made you slide down a wire in nurse’s disguise, but I didn’t think you’d make it. Next time, we’ll try something a little different. You’ll remember that trip for the rest of your life.”