‘The director thinks he was curious.’
‘I can’t say I envy you your choice of project,’ said Steven with a shake of the head. ‘You must have to read up on what these people have done before you meet them, go all through the details?’
‘That’s part of it, yes. I need to know everything in order to link up possible traits with genetic or biochemical factors.’
‘Doesn’t it get to you?’
‘I have the occasional wobble.’
Steven raised his eyes at the word “wobble”.
‘Bad dreams, the occasional sleepless night, a certain loss of belief in human nature, shall we say.’
Steven nodded. ‘I can empathise with that.’
It was Barrowman’s turn to raise his eyes.
‘Army,’ said Steven. ‘I saw a bit of human nature in my time. It was quite an eye-opener to see what human beings will do to each other when they think they have some sort of official approval.’
‘There’s a difference between what you witnessed and the horrors my lot got up to,’ said Barrowman. ‘Mine needed no approval from anyone.’
‘A different level of evil,’ said Steven. ‘You should be careful.’
Barrowman’s eyes asked the question.
‘Continued exposure to evil can be... problematic. People have been known to change after such exposure.’
‘Cold war brainwashing?’
‘Actually, I was thinking more about the studies done in Nazi Germany before the second world war. Ordinary decent people who felt outraged by what was happening to their country went along to Nazi party rallies to protest and came away as committed Nazis. Their anger and outrage had left them vulnerable to the power of suggestion. The filth flooded in and changed them forever.’
Barrowman nodded. ‘It works both ways,’ he said. ‘Many people went along to the Billy Graham rallies in the nineteen fifties, curious to see what was going on and came away as committed Christians. They got swept up in the fervour they experienced in the huge venues that were used.’
Steven smiled and said, ‘Somehow I suspect you are about to suggest it was all down to epigenetics.’
‘Absolutely, throwing the right switches... and the wrong ones.’
‘Scary, but you and the group are going to be able to explain it soon?’
‘Frankly I’m not sure how much longer the group is going to last,’ said Barrowman. ‘We’re running out of money.’
‘Still no sign of funding?’
‘Afraid not.’
‘It’s bizarre,’ said Steven. ‘I take it Dorothy kept trying for funding after the government turned her down?’
Barrowman nodded. ‘She drew a blank everywhere. I keep thinking it doesn’t make any sense. She has a worldwide scientific reputation and epigenetics has to be the coming thing in research. Maybe the public don’t know too much about it, but everyone in science is saying so.’
Steven nodded. ‘My boss is still trying to find out why government support didn’t materialise, but he’s hit a brick wall.’
‘Thank him for trying.’
‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but I got the impression you’re in a slightly better position than the other members of the group in that you had accumulated quite a lot of data before you joined Dorothy?’
‘I was able to collect quite a lot of samples from prisoners in high security places and I’ve done some preliminary analysis, but we have to depend a lot on favours from other labs when it comes to use of equipment for screening and sequencing.’
‘Any interesting results?’
Steven noticed a slight reluctance to answer the question. He smiled and said, ‘No details, just a general enquiry.’
‘I’ve seen some marked differences in the data but not enough to be absolutely sure. It’s so frustrating. I just wish I had discovered Malcolm Lawler earlier. I’m convinced he’s going to be something really special.’
‘But you’d have enough to publish if the worst came to the worst and the group collapsed?’ Steven probed.
‘I’ll be able to get a couple of decent papers out of what I have, but that’s not what I really want.’
‘Of course not,’ said Steven. ‘It’s Nature or nothing.’ He couldn’t help but think that naked ambition was sometimes very unattractive. ‘How about the rest of the group?’
‘Again, a few promising lines, but we’re all in the same boat really; we need more time and more data.’
‘And that requires money,’ said Steven before finishing his drink. ‘Another one?’
‘I don’t think so,’ said Barrowman. ‘It’s been a long day.’
Steven smiled. ‘Sounds like it. Well, I look forward to hearing how you get on, especially with your real baddie.’
‘I’ll keep you in the loop,’ said Barrowman. ‘I’m going to make as many visits to Moorlock Hall as I can in the next few weeks just in case the university pulls the plug. At least, if I have the samples, they can sit in the fridge until happier times. Maybe you’ll let me know if Sir John finds out anything?’
‘Of course.’
‘How did your meeting go?’ Tally asked when Steven got home.
‘Things are getting pretty desperate for the Lindstrom group. They can’t go on for much longer without new funding and people are starting to look through the jobs pages of New Scientist.’
‘Does that include your man, Barrowman?’
Steven explained why Barrowman was in a better position than most. ‘He managed to collect quite a lot of samples for his study before Dorothy relocated, but he thinks he might be on to something special with a prisoner being held in a secret place... but that’s another story.’
‘I’ve got time if you have,’ said Tally.
Steven told her about Moorlock Hall and watched her mouth fall open.
‘That sounds like a real fun place to work. Is that legal? I mean keeping it a secret?’
‘Probably not,’ said Steven with a shrug. ‘But it sounds like a damned good idea to me. They’ve let out too many monsters to walk the streets and commit mayhem all over again.’
‘Surely, you’re not questioning the competence of our psychiatric colleagues?’ asked Tally, tongue in cheek.
‘No, no,’ replied Steven. ‘I think the emperor’s new clothes are absolutely lovely.’
Tally fell silent and Steven sensed that she was thinking about something else he’d said earlier — he knew that look.
‘Did anyone come from the US with Dorothy?’
‘Just one I think, a young post-doc, Jane Lincoln.’
‘I suppose I was wondering why anyone would do that. I mean, Dorothy decides to change her field, gives up a position at Yale — one of the finest universities in the USA — crosses the Atlantic without any guarantees for the future and one of her post-docs says, count me in. Does that sound right to you?’
‘Now you come to mention it... I suppose it does sound like a bit of a leap in the dark. Mind you, she might have been keen to stay with a big name.’
‘Suppose you’re right,’ Tally agreed, ‘but travelling three thousand miles to end up working in an English university few people have ever heard of for only a few months before being told you’re out of a job doesn’t sound like a brilliant career move to me.’
‘Ah, the insight of hindsight,’ said Steven. ‘Dorothy’s a very persuasive woman and I don’t think she imagined for a moment she’d be turned down for funding.’
The Home Office
‘I have a question for you,’ said Steven to his boss. ‘What do you know about Moorlock Hall?’
John Macmillan shook his head slowly before admitting, ‘Never heard of it. Should I?’
Steven filled him in on the details as given to him by Barrowman.