“Very obvious. Aaron knows about this creature. He knows what it is. In the first days after Christmas, before the Mayfairs understood what had happened, careless things were done. Forensic evidence was gathered from the site of the creature’s birth. It was sent to an impersonal agency. Then Rowan herself contacted a doctor in San Francisco, sending him tissue samples of this creature and of herself. This was a terrible error. The doctor who analyzed these materials in a private institute in San Francisco is now dead. The doctor who delivered the material, who came here to discuss it with the family, has completely disappeared. Last night he left his hotel here without explanation. He has not been seen since. In New York, the genetic tests done in connection with this creature have vanished. Same in a genetic institute in Europe to which the New York institution sent samples of his work. All traces of the being are now gone from official sources.
“But we…we the Talamasca know all about this being. We know everything about him. More even than the poor unfortunates who studied his cells beneath the microscope. More even than the family now struggling to protect itself from him. The being will seek to eradicate our knowledge. This was inevitable. Perhaps…an error in judgment was made.”
“What do you mean?”
The waitress set down the small cup of black espresso. Yuri tested the porcelain with his fingers. Too hot.
“ ‘We watch and we are always here,’ ” said Stolov. “This is our motto. But sometimes these powerful things we watch, these brooding and unclassifiable forms of energy or evil or whatever they are-these things seek to destroy all witnesses, and we must suffer the consequences of our long vigilance, of our understanding, so to speak. Perhaps if we had been better prepared for the birth of this being. But then…I am not sure anyone knew that such a thing was really possible. And now…it is too late.
“This thing will surely try to kill Aaron. It will try to kill you. It will try to kill me once it knows that I am involved in this investigation. That is why something has changed with the Talamasca. That is why something, as you said, is not right. The Elders have bolted the doors; the Elders would assist the family, yes, insofar as they can. But the Elders will not allow our members to be placed in jeopardy. They will not stand by idle as this thing seeks to invade our archives, and destroy our priceless records. As I said…these things have happened before. We have a mode for such assaults.”
“Yet it isn’t an emergency.”
“No, it is merely another way of operating. A tightening of security; a protective concealment of evidence; a demand for blind obedience on the part of those in danger. That you, and that Aaron go back to the Motherhouse at once.”
“Aaron refuses to do this?”
“Adamantly. He will not leave the family. He regrets his obedience on Christmas Day.”
“So what is the official goal of the Order? Merely to protect itself?”
“To do the extreme protective thing.”
“I don’t get you.”
“Yes, you do. The extreme protective measure is to destroy the threat. But that is what you must leave to us. To me and to my investigators. For we know how to do this, how to track this being, how to locate it, how to close in upon it, and how to stop it from achieving its goals.”
“And you want me to believe that our Order, our beloved Talamasca, has done this sort of thing in the past.”
“Absolutely. We cannot be passive when our own survival is at stake. We have another mode of operation. In that mode, you and Aaron can play no part.”
“There are pieces missing from this picture.”
“How so? I thought it was very complete.”
“You speak of a threat to the family. You speak of a threat to the Order. What about the threat to others? What is the moral disposition of this entity? If it does mate successfully, what will be the consequences?”
“Ah, but that will not happen. It is unthinkable that that should happen. You do not know what you ask.”
“Oh, I think I do,” said Yuri. “I spoke, after all, with those who’ve seen it. Once this creature has secured the proper females, it could propagate at remarkable speed-the sort of speed one sees in the insect world or the world of reptiles, a speed so much greater than that of other mammals that it would soon overrun them, overpower them, conceivably wipe them out.”
“You are very clever. You know too much about this thing. It’s unfortunate that you read the file, that you went to Donnelaith. But don’t fear, this creature will not succeed. And who knows its life span? Who knows but that its hour, with or without propagation, would not be short?”
Stolov lifted his knife and fork, cut a small wedge-shaped piece from the sweet roll on the plate before him and ate it silently, while Yuri watched. Then he set down the knife and fork and looked at Yuri.
“Persuade Aaron to go back with you. Persuade him to leave the Mayfair family and their problems in our hands.”
“You know, it just doesn’t sound right,” said Yuri. “There is so much involved here. And you don’t speak of the big picture. And this is not the style of the Talamasca which I know. This thing, it is so dangerous…No. This does not fit with what I know of my Order, my brethren, not at all.”
“What in the world can you possibly mean?”
“You’re very patient with me. I appreciate it. But our Order is too smooth for all this. The Elders know how to take care of everything without creating suspicion and alarm. There’s something crude about the way it all happened. It would have been a simple thing for the Elders to keep me contented in London. To keep Aaron contented. But this is all clumsy, hasty. Impolite. I don’t know. This is not the Talamasca to me.”
“Yuri, the Order expected your complete obedience. It had a right to expect it.” For the first time, the man displayed a tiny bit of anger. He laid his napkin down on the table, rudely, beside his fork. Dirty napkin on the table. Napkin smeared with sugar and stained with droplets of coffee. Yuri stared at it.
“Yuri,” said Stolov. “Women have died in the last forty-eight hours. This doctor, Samuel Larkin, is probably dead too. Rowan Mayfair will die sometime during the next few weeks. The Elders did not expect that you would cause them trouble at this hour. They did not anticipate that you would add to their burdens, any more than they anticipated Aaron’s disloyalty.”
“Disloyalty?”
“I told you. He won’t leave the family. But he is an old man. There is nothing he can do against Lasher. There never was!” Anger again.
Yuri sat back. He thought for a long moment. He stared at the napkin. The man picked it up, wiped his mouth with it again and laid it back down. Yuri stared at it.
“I want to communicate with the Elders,” said Yuri. “I want to know these things from them.”
“Of course. Take Aaron with you today. Take him to New York. You’re tired. Rest first if you will, but only in a location known to us. Then go. And when you reach New York, you can contact the Elders. You will have time. You can discuss this between you, you and Aaron, and then you must go on back to London. You must go home.”
Yuri stood up. He laid the napkin on the chair. “Are you coming with me to see Aaron?”
“Yes, maybe it is for the best that you are here. Maybe it is for the best, for on my own I don’t know that I could ever have convinced him to leave here. We’ll go now. It’s time I talked to him myself.”
“You mean you have not done that?”
“Yuri, I have my hands full, as they say. And Aaron is not cooperative now.”
There was a car waiting for them, an egregious American Lincoln limousine. It was lined in gray velvet. Its glass was so dim that the outside world fell under an edict of utter night. Impossible to really see a city through such windows, Yuri thought. He sat very still. He was thinking of something that had happened to him years ago.