Mary glanced into the kitchen at Ponter, who was still staring out the window, a balled hand under the middle of his long jaw, propping it up. What can we do about it? she asked.
Hes been almost a prisoner since he arrived, said Reuben, first in the hospital, then here, quarantined. Im sure he needs time to think, to get some mental equilibrium. He paused. Gillian Ricci tipped me off in an e-mail. Apparently the same thought I had earlier has now occurred to the brassor should I say the nickel?at Inco. They want to question Ponter at length about any other mining sites in his world that he might know about. Im sure hell be glad to help, but he still needs more time to adjust.
I agree, said Mary. But how can we make sure he gets it?
Theyre lifting the quarantine tomorrow morning, right? said Reuben. Well, Gillian says I can hold another press conference here at 10:00 A.M. Of course, the media will be expecting Ponter to be thereso I think we should get him out before then.
How? asked Louise. The RCMP has the place surroundedsupposedly to keep us safe from people who might try to break in, but probably just as much to keep an eye on Ponter.
Reuben nodded. One of us should take him away, out into the country. Im his doctor; thats what I prescribe. Rest and relaxation. And thats what Ill tell anyone who asksthat hes on a medical rest leave, ordered by me. We can probably only get away with that for a day or so before suits from Ottawa descend on us, but I really do think Ponter needs it.
Ill do it, said Mary, surprising herself. Ill take him away.
Reuben looked at Louise to see if she wanted to stake a claim herself, but she simply nodded.
If we tell the media that the press conference will be at ten, theyll start showing up at nine, said Reuben. But if you and Ponter head out, through my backyard, at, say, eight, youll beat them all. Theres a fence at the back, behind all those trees, but you should have no trouble hopping it. Just make sure no one sees you go.
And then what? said Mary. We just go walkabout?
Youll need a car, said Louise.
Well, mines back at the Creighton Mine, said Mary. But I cant take yours or Reubens. The cops will surely stop us if we try to drive off. As Reuben said, weve got to sneak away.
No problem, said Louise. I can have a friend meet you tomorrow morning on whatever country road is behind Reubens place here. He can drive you to the mine, and you can pick up your car there.
Mary blinked. Really?
Louise shrugged a little. Sure.
II dont know this area at all, said Mary. Well need some maps.
Oooh! said Louise. I know exactly who to call, thenGarth. Hes got one of those Handspring Visor thingies with a GPS module. Itll give you directions to any place, and keep you from getting lost.
And hed loan that to me? said Mary, incredulous. Arent those things expensive?
Wellitd really be me hed be doing the favor for, said Louise. Here, let me call him and set everything up. She rose to her feet and headed upstairs. Mary watched her go, fascinated and stunned. She wondered what it was like to be so beautiful that you could ask men to do just about anything and know that theyd almost certainly say yes.
Ponter, she realized, wasnt the only one feeling out of place.
Jasmel and Adikor took a travel cube back out to the Rim, back to the house Adikor had shared with Ponter. They didnt say much to each other on the trip back, partly, of course, because Adikor was lost in thought about Daklar Bolbays revelation, and partly because neither he nor Jasmel liked the idea that someone at the alibi-archive pavilion was monitoring every word they said and everything they did.
Still, they had a vexing problem. Adikor had to get back down to his subterranean lab; whatever minuscule chance there was that Ponter might be rescuedor, thought Adikor, although he hadnt shared this thought with Jasmel, that at least his drowned body might be recovered, exonerating Adikordepended on him getting down there. But how to do that? He looked at his Companion, on the inside of his left wrist. He could gouge it out, he supposedbeing careful not to clip his radial artery as he did so. But not only did the Companion rely on Adikors own body for its power, it also transmitted his vital signsand it wouldnt be able to do that if it were separated from him. Nor could he do a quick transplant onto Jasmel or somebody else; the implant was keyed to Adikors particular biometrics.
The travel cube let them off at the house, and Adikor and Jasmel went inside. Jasmel wandered into the kitchen to find Pabo something to eat, and Adikor sat down, staring across the room at the empty chair that had been Ponters favorite spot for reading.
Getting around the judicial scrutiny was a problema problem, Adikor realized, in science. There must be a way to circumvent it, a way to fool his Companionand whoever was monitoring its output.
Adikor knew the life story of Lonwis Trob, the creator of the Companion technology; hed studied his many inventions at the Academy. But that had been long ago, and he remembered few details. Of course, he could simply ask his Companion for the facts he needed; it would access the required information and display it on its little screen or any wall monitor or datapad Adikor selected. But such a request would doubtless catch the attention of the person watching over him.
Adikor felt himself becoming angry, muscles tensing, heart rate increasing, breathing growing deeper. He thought about trying to mask it, but nohed let the person who was watching him know how upset they were making him.
As clever as Lonwis Trob had been, there had to be a way to accomplish what he wantedwhat he neededto do. And what precisely was that? Define your problem exactly; that was what theyd taught him all those months ago at the Academy. Precisely what needs to be done?
No, he didnt have to defeat the Companionswhich was a good thing, because he hadnt come up with a single workable idea for doing so. Indeed, it wasnt all the Companions he needed to disablein fact, to do so would be unconscionable; the implants ensured the safety of everyone. He only needed to disable his own Companion, but
But no, that wasnt right, either. Disabling it would do no good; Gaskdol Dut and the other enforcers might not be able to track him if the Companion stopped working, but theyd immediately know by its lack of transmissions that something was afoot. And it wouldnt take a Lonwis to figure out that Adikor would be heading for the mine, since hed already been thwarted once before in trying to go there.
No, no, the real problem wasnt that his Companion was working. Rather, it was that someone was watching the transmissions from his Companion. Thats what needed to stopand not just for a moment or two, but for several daytenths, and
And suddenly it came to him: the perfect answer.
But he couldnt arrange it himself; it would only work if the enforcers had no idea that Adikor was involved. Jasmel could perhaps take care of doing it, though; Adikor had to believe that it really was only his Companion being monitored. Anything beyond that would be outrageous. But how to communicate privately to Jasmel?
He rose and headed into the kitchen. Come on, Jasmel, he said. Lets take Pabo for a walk.
Jasmels expression conveyed that this should be the least of their priorities just now, but she got up and went with Adikor to the back door. Pabo needed no prodding to join them; she bounded after Jasmel.
They walked out onto the deck, out into the summer heat, cicadas making their shrill whine. The humidity was high. Adikor stepped off the deck, and Jasmel followed. Pabo ran ahead, barking loudly. After a few hundred paces, they came to the brook that ran behind the house. The sound of fast-running water drowned out the insect noises. There was a large boulderone of countless glacial erratics that dotted the landscapein the middle of the brook. Adikor stepped on smaller rocks to get over to it, and motioned for Jasmel to follow, which she did. Pabo was now running up the riverbank.