Shaw swallowed, felt his limbs trembling. To hear this threat actually put into words made it almost too big, too sheerly colossal, for the mind to comprehend. But he forced himself to see it all. One by one the countries of the MAPIACCIND Agreement could be picked off, shattered, split asunder by the detonation of their nuclear stocks. England would be only one of the lands which would simply vanish — if and when Lubin touched the key. But Shaw’s mind held fast to England, to the things which England held, the things which he held dear. England, put against the devastation-potential of her stockpiles, was by comparison with other Powers so very small, so overcrowded and so vulnerable…
Karstad, his eyes still filled with that look of nearmadness, seemed to reach into Shaw’s mind. He said softly, “All destroyed, yes… and one country left supreme among the nations. Her armies and air striking-forces are making ready. And once REDCAP has been operated, she need no longer fear that an attack on the MAPIACCIND detachments will give the game away, and she will then send in teams of technicians to free her missiles from the adaptors. If it is necessary to back up the operation of REDCAP, the missiles can be sent across the world — into Europe, the Americas, Africa, into Russia too. Everywhere. And behind them will march millions of men to subdue what is left with conventional weapons. There will be nobody left who can stand against the might of the Asian peoples in the end.”
Shaw’s mind was reeling now; the thing was so vast, so truly horrible and wicked that he still could hardly see it whole. But he had to keep his head now. He asked, “If Lubin’s got this set, why hasn’t he used it before?”
“For three reasons. Firstly, until you were kind enough to bring the signals to me — which I confess was a stroke of luck — Lubin would not have known what the signals were. Secondly, all is not even now fully ready. In a day or two— yes. Now — no. Thirdly, and decisively, Lubin’s transmitter has one limiting factor, and that is that it cannot operate on long ranges. It is necessary for it to be sited within three to four miles of REDCAP, which is why Lubin cannot transmit direct to the stockpiles themselves but must go through the control.”
“Why couldn’t you have waited till it got here, then?”
“Because Lubin will transmit on the Australian frequency among the others — and there is a very big nuclear dump close by, under Australian control. It is to be dismantled now that REDCAP is coming here, but it has not been dismantled yet— so Lubin and Mirskov and I, we will need to be a very, very long way from Bandagong when the transmission takes place. Among other things, this explains why your road convoy was attacked last night — you see, thanks presumably to you, the situation had become confused, and despite Mirskov’s assurances that the crate from Fremantle was false — and I had already found out that there was a false one — I decided that you and the Australian authorities might be playing a double-double game, as it were—”
“You’d know all about that kind of thing, of course—”
“—and I wished to take no chances at all. To have allowed the real REDCAP actually to enter Bandagong would not have suited our purpose — it would have looked suspicious to the staff had we removed it again, you see.” He shrugged. “As it is, Lubin will transmit from a place of safety chosen by himself once the order is received — and long before REDCAP reaches here.”
“Where will that be from, then?”
Again Karstad shrugged. “Even I do not know — yet— where it will be. I shall not know until I see him and hand him the signals, which I shall do shortly after I leave here this evening. Neither do I know when, except that it will not be before the liner leaves Melbourne, for to transmit from a town would now be too risky since your people suspect so much. So you have a few more days of life, Commander— but only a few more.” Karstad laughed suddenly. “How beautifully easy it would all have been, had we been able to leave the transmission until REDCAP arrived here! My dear Commander — have you ever seen a nuclear power station blow up? No? Ah — I fancied not. Neither have I. It will be a very, very big bang and when Lubin transmits Bandagong will vanish as though there had never been anything here at all. And so, my dear Shaw, will you.”
Karstad nodded at the Commandant. Once again Mirskov pressed the bell-push beneath his desk. The A.D.C. entered in response, saluted Mirskov, and stood smartly at attention before the desk.
“Sir?”
Mirskov, sitting there squatly and toad-like in sharp contrast to the A.D.C. said: “This man is an impostor, impersonating a certain Commander Shaw of the British Navy. Now then. Did you personally check his papers?”
The A.D.C. looked surprised, shocked. And very alarmed. His thin face flushed and he said, “No, sir—”
“Why not?”
“Sir, they’d been checked at the gates and in the lobby here. It is not usual — I did not think—”
Mirskov snapped, “You are not paid to think, you are paid to know and to act.” He drummed thick, hairy-backed fingers on the desk, staring meanwhile at the young officer. “I shall go into this later,” he said abruptly. “For now, you will see that the guard commander at the main gate is put on a charge. As for this man, he is to be held in close arrest pending further orders. You will see to that.”
“Yes, sir.” The man was pale now.
“I shall hold you personally responsible for his safety, and he is to be held incommunicado. See that you do not slip up again. And remember — this is a security matter. Nothing is to be said to the Australian, Major Francis. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. I will call an escort.”
The A.D.C. saluted, about-turned with Guards-like precision and marched out of the room. Within a few minutes he was back, this time with a sergeant and two men of the M.F.F. The A.D.C. gave an order and the men formed up beside Shaw, took his arms. The sergeant then took over and marched the prisoner and escort away with the A.D.C. following, through the ante-room and down the long passage again. From there, they descended below ground-level and came up to a guard-room beside heavy steel doors set in thick concrete walls. The sergeant of the escort spoke briefly to a sentry, who produced keys and swung back the steel doors. An order was given and Shaw was marched through and along a shining, steel-lined corridor off which opened the doors of small cells. He was halted outside one of these while the sergeant unlocked the door and then he was ordered inside. The soldiers came in with him and searched him thoroughly, removed his papers, his tie, shoelaces, money and keys. When they had finished, the A.D.C. came in and Shaw was kept at attention while the officer read a lengthy list of prison regulations and routines.
Then the A.D.C. and the escort left, and the door clanged to behind them. The only ray of hope left to Shaw was that he’d fancied the A.D.C. was half inclined to disbelieve his superior’s charge of impersonation. Mirskov was an obvious bully, while the young man seemed intelligent and sympathetic. Perhaps he’d have a chance of a word with him at a suitable moment — for what it would be worth.
Along with all his personal possessions his watch had been taken away from him and he had no idea of time. His thoughts raced round uselessly, his head felt as though it must burst with the terrible knowledge that was in it, so pointlessly in it unless he could get away from Bandagong.