But Rila was undoubtedly right in saying that if someone else had found the secret and possessed the technique, they, for their part, would use it to their own best advantage. In her opinion, it was silly to throw away an opportunity to place travel into time on a sound economic basis; for only with such a basis could it be used consistently for research.
In his corner, the dreaming Bowser yipped wildly as he closed in on the rabbit I finished my beer, threw the bottle in the trash can and went off to bed; Rila was coming home tomorrow and I’d have to get up early to drive to Minneapolis and meet her at the airport,
FOURTEEN
When I first caught sight of Rila as she came up the ramp, she bore a grim, determined look, but at the sight of me, she smiled and hurried forward. I caught her in my arms and said, “It’s good to have you back. The last three days have been lonely ones.”
She tilted up her head for a kiss, then pressed her face against my shoulder. “It’s good to see you, Asa,” she whispered. “It’s nice to be home again. What an awful time!”
“What’s the matter, Rila?”
She pushed herself away and looked up at me.
“I’m pissed off,” she said. “I’m sore. I’m angry. No one would believe me.”
“Who wouldn’t believe you?”
“Courtney McCallahan, for one. He’s the lawyer I was telling you about. We’ve been friends from way back. It never occurred to me that he’d disbelieve me.
But he put his arms down on his desk and put his face down on them and laughed so hard he shook.
When he looked up again, he had to take off his glasses so he could wipe his eyes, and he was so beat out with laughter that he could hardly talk. He gulped and strangled and said, ‘Rila, I’ve known you for a long time, and I didn’t know you had it in you. I never thought you could do a thing like this.’ Like what, I asked him, and he said a joke, a practical joke, but that he forgave me because it had made his day. So I peeled off on him and said it was no joke and that we wanted him to represent us, to look out for our interests, to protect ourselves. We do need someone to look out for our interests, don’t we, I asked him, and he said that if what I had told him was true, we sure did need someone. But he refused to believe me. I don’t think he thought it was a joke any longer; I don’t know what he thought. But he still didn’t believe me, no matter what I said. He took me out for dinner and he bought champagne for me, but I wouldn’t forgive him for the way he acted.”
“But will he represent us?”
“You can bet your life he will. He said that if I could show him proof, he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Said he’d drop everything, turn all his other work over to his associates, and give us full time. He said that if he was any judge, we would need full time.
But he was still chuckling about it when he took me to my hotel and said good night.”
“But, Rila, proof…”
“Wait a minute now. That’s not all of it. I went up to New York and I talked with Safari, Inc., and they were interested, of course, and they didn’t really laugh at me, but they were skeptical. They plain outright thought I was lying to them — playing some sort of a con game, although it bothered them they could’nt figure out the con. Their head man is a stiff, formal old Britisher who is most correct, and he said to me, ‘Miss Elliot, I don’t know what this is all about, but if it should be that it is more than sheer imagination, I can assure you we’d be most interested.’ And he said to me, ‘If we’d not been aware of you before, I’d not listen for a moment.’ ”
“Aware of you before?”
“Well, not him, not this old Britisher. But his outfit. A few years back, I bought a fair amount of stuff they’d been accumulating for years and wondering what to do with. Ivory and native-carved statuary and ostrich feathers and a lot of junk like that. I took all they had and they took me for a sucker. But I was years ahead of them in knowing what the public wanted and would pay money for, and we turned a handsome profit on it. Somehow the safari outfit got wind of how well we’d done and my stock went up with them. They came around later and asked if I would be interested if they could round up some more of the junk. You see, they aren’t in the retail business, so they had to find someone …”
“I suppose,” I said, “they want proof just like your old friend Courtney.”
“That’s right,” she said. “And the funny thing about it is that all they’re interested in are dinosaurs. They fairly drooled when I asked them if they could get clients to go hunting dinosaurs. Not mastodon, not mammoth, not sabertooth cats, not cave bears, nor even titanotheres, but dinosaurs. Big ones and vicious ones.
I asked them what kind of gun you’d have to use to shoot a big dinosaur and they said they didn’t know, but probably the biggest that ever had been made. I asked if they had some of those guns around and they said they did — a couple of them that had never been used. They weren’t even sure they were being manufactured any longer. Elephant guns, but now, with higher muzzle velocity, an elephant can be done in by a much smaller caliber. Not that there are many elephants being shot these days. So I said, by Goodness, that I wanted to buy those two guns, and after some backing and filling, they agreed to sell them to me. By this time, I am sure, they thought I was out of my mind. They charged me a thousand apiece and swore they were losing money, throwing in a few dozen rounds of ammunition to sweeten up the bargain. I suppose they were losing money, but they were unloading items that no one else would buy. Those rifles are monsters. Must weigh twenty pounds or so.
And the cartridges are banana-sized.”
“Look,” I said, “if you think I’m going out and knocking over a brace of carnosaurs just to offer proof, you’d better think again. I’m hell on wheels With a twenty-two, but this is something different. It takes a big man to shoot one of those old-time elephant guns.”
“You’re big enough,” she said. “Maybe you wouldn’t even have to shoot. Protection, that is all.
Just in case some carnosaur should charge while I’m getting the proof on film. I bought a movie camera — color film, with sound, telescopic lens, everything one would ever need.”
“But why two guns? One is all a man can carry.
And you’ll be packing the camera.”
“I got two guns,” she said, “because I’m not about to have you go out there alone. We have no idea what it will be like, but to me it sounds a little chancy.
We’d be better off with two guns. I figured maybe we could persuade one of your old pals …”
“Rila, we’ve got to keep this under cover for a while. It’s already beginning to leak out. Ben Page got hold of Hiram and got suspicious when Hiram began acting important…”
“We’ve got to keep it quiet,” she said, “but we’ve got to come back alive, or all the proof in the world won’t help us any.”
I didn’t like it, but I could see the logic of what she was saying.
“Maybe Ben would come along with us,” I said.
“He’d be a good man to have along. He fancies himself a mighty hunter, and he is fairly good. Each fall he goes up north for deer season, and he’s hunted in Canada and Alaska. Moose, bighorns, grizzly — stuff like that. Years ago he bagged a Kodiak. And a caribou. He still talks about the caribou. For years, he wanted to go to Africa, but he never made it, and now the hunting’s gone….”
“Would he go with us and keep quiet about what he sees for a while?”
“I think so. I had to tell him part of it — about the possibility of a spaceship in the sinkhole — and I swore him to secrecy. He was willing to go along on the secrecy because he’s got some irons of his own in. the fire.”