I said awkwardly: “This is Lieutenant Tsuya, Gideon.”
“I’m pleased to meet you, Lieutenant,” Gideon said politely.
But the lieutenant was having none of that. He demanded: “We want Stewart Eden. Why isn’t he here?”
Gideon pursed his lips. “But he is, Lieutenant,” he said civilly. “He’s in his private office.”
“Good,” snapped Lt. Tsuya, starting for the inner door. But Gideon moved quickly in front of him.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “Mr. Eden cannot be disturbed just now. You see, he’s asleep.”
“Wake him up!”
“Oh, no, Lieutenant. Tm afraid that’s impossible. You see,” explained Gideon, still polite, still impassive, “Mr. Eden isn’t well. His doctor’s orders. He’s supposed to rest every afternoon at this time. I suggest you come back in an hour or so.” he said, nodding politely.
The lieutenant snapped: “You’re hiding something, Mr. Park! Get out of my way!”
But Gideon didn’t move. Still calm, without any shadow of expression on his broad dark face, he stood immovable in front of the door.
Lt. Tsuya was pale, almost trembling with excitement. For a moment, I thought there was going to be a physical collision.
But then the lieutenant mastered his emotions and, still pale, stepped back.
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Park,” he said. “This is a rather critical matter, and I’m afraid I am acting too hastily. But I am here on behalf of the Sub-Sea Fleet.”
Gideon’s expression flickered slightly. “The Fleet?” he repeated.
“On a very important investigation, Mr. Park. If Stewart Eden is actually here, you had better get him up. He is in serious trouble, I assure you.
“And for that matter, Mr. Park, so are you. According to Cadet Eden, here, you are involved in some very mysterious behavior—including the possession of a MOLE and what appear to be nucleonic explosives!”
Gideon Park nodded slightly. He turned, slowly, and looked at me.
“You followed us then, Jim,” he said gently, after a moment.
I nodded. “What the lieutenant says is true, Gideon. I think you had better wake up Uncle Stewart.”
Gideon sighed: “Perhaps so, boy. All right.”
He turned to the sea-green door and rapped on it. There was no answer.
After a moment he turned the knob and the door swung open. The first thing I saw was the huge steel safe in the far corner of the room, and a narrow cot beside it. My uncle’s sea-boots stood beside the cot. And on it—
My uncle Stewart leaned on one elbow, looking up at us, his old blue eyes still foggy with sleep.
“Jim!” His sea-faded face brightened suddenly as he recognized me. “Jim, it’s good to see you!”
And then he, like Gideon, saw that I was not alone; and the same quick change in his expression happened. It was like a misty veil that was suddenly pulled down between us, hiding what he felt.
When he spoke, his voice was controlled. “Is anything wrong?” he asked.
“A great deal!” rapped Lt. Tsuya. “Cadet Eden, is this your uncle?’
“Yes, sir!”
“Then permit me to introduce myself! I am Lieutenant Tsuya of the Sub-Sea Fleet, here on official business.”
He scanned the room, taking his time. He scowled thoughtfully at the safe and said abruptly: “Mr. Eden, the Fleet has reason to believe that you are involved in a scheme to manufacture artificial seaquakes, for financial profit. I warn you that whatever you say may be used as evidence!”
“Oh, so,” said my uncle, sitting up. “I see.” He nodded blandly, like an old Buddha. He didn’t seem very worried…
And he didn’t seem surprised.
It was as though he had been expecting this to happen for a long time. He got up and walked slowly to the chair behind his broken-down desk. He sat down heavily, looking at the lieutenant.
“What do you want to know?” he said at last.
“Many things,” the lieutenant told him. “I want to know about a MOLE, and about contraband hydrogen devices that your assistant was seen using.”
My uncle glanced at me, then at Gideon. Gideon nodded.
“I see,” said my uncle at last. “But what has that to do with me?”
It was a most surprising thing for my uncle to say. I had never thought I’d hear him try to shrug off the responsibility for something Gideon had done! But Lt. Tsuya nodded.
“All right then, Mr. Eden,” he said. “Let’s take up a few things that concern you directly.
“First—” he counted off on his fingers—“there is a question of what you were doing near Mount Calcutta, during a recent eruption in which your sea-car was lost.”
My uncle said easily: “Deep-sea salvage is one of my major interests, Lieutenant. We had located a lost ship in one of the canyons below the sea-mount and we were attempting to salvage it.”
The lieutenant raised one of his thin black eyebrows. “I’m reasonably familiar with the history of the Indian Ocean. I don’t believe there was a major ship lost in the vicinity of Mount Calcutta in the past quarter of a century.”
My uncle nodded. “This was an older wreck.”
“I see.” Lt. Tsuya shrugged skeptically. “Then, if deep-sea salvage is your business, why did you open this office here in Krakatoa Dome?”
“Salvage is only one of my businesses. That’s why the firm name is ‘Eden Enterprises, Unlimited.’ It takes in any venture I may choose to launch.”
“Including stock speculation?” rapped Lt. Tsuya. “I understand you made a million-dollar profit out of the last quake.”
“Including stock speculation on occasion, yes,” my uncle agreed. “I’ve been trading in the wealth of the sea for thirty years, Lieutenant. When I arrived here—after the loss of my sea-car on Mount Calcutta—I discovered that security prices here were unduly inflated. I was quite sure that even a minor seaquake would start a panic and force the prices down, and I had no doubt that, sooner or later, there would be such a quake.
“Accordingly, I arranged to make short sales in the market. Does that answer your questions?”
The lieutenant was thoroughly angry now. He snapped: “Not all of them! I have one more question on my mind—and I warn you, I won’t rest until it’s answered.
“What’s in that safe?”
My uncle said sharply: “Lieutenant Tsuya, you’re exceeding your rights! I’m a citizen of Marinia. My visa entitles me to the protection of the city government here. If you want to look into that safe, you’ll need a search warrant!”
“I’ve no time for that,” said Lt. Tsuya.
“Then I won’t open it!”
Lt. Tsuya said seriously: “I think you will, Mr. Eden. For several reasons.
“First, because the quake here night before last was successfully predicted by Cadet Eskow.
“Second, because Eskow and your associate, here, were followed to an ortholytic excavator hidden in a drainage sump under Krakatoa Dome.
“Third, because Eskow and Mr. Park were seen to load the MOLE with trigger reactors for thermonuclear bombs.
“Fourth, because the man who followed Eskow and Park, and discovered the MOLE, is one whose testimony I don’t believe you will hesitate to accept—your own nephew, Cadet Eden.”
Sitting slumped back of his desk, my uncle flinched a little from each hammering statement as though it were a physical blow.
His seamed old face flushed with anger. His scarred hands knotted into quivering fists. But at the end, when Lt. Tsuya spoke my name, he dropped his hands into his lap.
“That’s enough,” he said at last. “You win, Lieutenant I’ll open the safe.”
He stood up awkwardly.
He paused for a second, holding the back of his chair as though he were dizzy. But then he knelt, stiffly, and bent to bring his dim eyes closer to the combination.