"08 - Disaster (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hubbard L. Ron)

I groaned again. Raht hadn't even killed the old lady. What a rotten Apparatus agent. He ought to be fired!
"That makes me nervous," said Raht. "That's an awful lot of money."
"Hand it over to my financial advisor, Izzy Epstein. He'll know what to do with it," said Heller. "Give me a hand and we'll load it."
They passed it out of the hold. Raht drove the jeep over, turned it around so the lights pointed at the house and they put the gold down on the back floorboards.
The deputies were coming back. I prayed they'd notice the black bulk of the tug and come over.
Heller went to meet them, very visible in the combined lights of the sheriff's car and the jeep.
"Didn't find him," said Ralph.
"Found his tracks, though," said George. "He's a big'un. Mind if we come over hunting him tomorrow?"
"Come ahead," said Heller. "As Maysabongo marines, you can hunt around here all you please. Just remember to wear your stars."
The deputy sheriffs went to their car. They got in. When they turned it around their headlights in the viewscreen almost blinded me!
They drove off and the bouncing haze of lights vanished from view. There was one chance gone. I still, however, had hopes. Suddenly I remembered the controls of the tug didn't work. It would be here all night and tomorrow in daylight it would be visible. A crowd would gather and I could yell to them I was a kidnapped Fed.
Heller and Raht were locking up the roadhouse.
They came back and began to pass boxes down into the hold.
Heller took the last one and turned it over and opened the wrong side.
A false bottom! So that was where he had gotten the blastgun to shoot the Antimancos with! That original cargo had had false-bottomed boxes! We had missed it on Voltar. He was taking some items out. He laid them in the airlock. Then he manhandled the rest of the box down into the hold. He was in there a while and I could hear him pulling things around, probably lashing things tight.
He came back and took up a unit he had taken from the box and handed it to Raht. "You give this to Izzy. It's a viewer-phone on a wavelength they've never heard of on this planet. I already pried the nameplates off, so tell him it's something I invented and it won't be any Code break. I'd appreciate it if you got this to him tonight. He can call me by pressing this button here. I couldn't say much over the phone from the plane as NSA monitors all those calls. I want to hear from him just as soon as possible. Got it?"
"Yes, sir," said Raht. "Won't he see you're in a spaceship?"
"I'll hold the camera low at my end. He'll only see my face and some pipes over my head. He's sort of used to me being in odd places anyway. He's already got a Voltarian time-sight in a locked box, so he's taken the security oath. Tell him that applies to this as well. We've still got an awful lot to do and he'll be pretty upset if he doesn't hear."
"Got it, sir," said Raht. I was nauseated. The traitor hadn't ever said "sir" to me.
Heller came over. He picked up the cat and set it on the instrument ledge. He said to me, "Agent Raht tells me that amongst other things you've had him on reduced pay and no allowances. Is that right?"
"Serves him right," I snarled. "He's a bungling idiot! And now that he's turned his coat, he'll sell you out too!"
Raht, in the airlock, said, "Don't you talk about being a traitor. You've broken every law in the book! All I've done is bring you to justice!"
Heller was ignoring this. He was going through my pockets even though I tried to squirm away. He found wads of paper and my wallet. I went absolutely cold. The Squeeza credit card I had recovered from Krak was in it. It had Heller's Empire State Building address written on the back. If he found that he'd know I was directly connected to his girl's death. He would murder me!
He was looking through the papers. He found a requisition blank. He filled it in, a restoration of Raht's pay and allowance with back pay. He took my identoplate and stamped it. He handed it to Raht to turn in to the New York office of the base.
Heller said to Raht, "I understand he promised you ten thousand dollars for the hit."
Raht shook his head. "No, sir, I don't want that."
"Well, here it is anyway," said Heller. He opened up the wallet and I prayed that he would miss that card. He removed ten one-thousand-dollar bills from my cash and handed them to Raht. "Buy a wreath for Terb's grave and get yourself some new clothes."
It infuriated me. I said, "I've got the laugh on you. You're not going to get out of here. This tug's controls won't operate. You're stuck!"
"Oh, thanks for reminding me," said Heller. He went out and dug around in the dirt and came back with a cylinder. It was emitting a faint buzz. He switched it off and threw it in a cabinet. "The only reason I called you in here," he said, "was I needed the tug. You landed on an engine-control cancellation coil that operated the moment you opened your airlock. You stupidly had it open already when you landed. Only the air cushion kept you from crashing. Stupid Antimancos." ;
"I got their I.D. plates," said Raht. "You want them?"
"Throw them in that drawer," said Heller. "They're probably false anyway. Unless I miss my guess they were ex-subofficers from the Fleet, probably under condemnation to death and grabbed by the Apparatus."
"Can you really run this tug all by yourself?" said Raht.
Heller reached down to a floorplate and pulled it up. An array of buttons and controls I had never seen before were disclosed. He was closing switches and activating it. "That captain was a know-it-all," said Heller. "Typical subofficer gone bad. I tried to tell him the day we left Voltar that in her refit I had had her totally robotized. But he didn't seem to want to listen. I thought it might come to this. She doesn't need a crew. I'll be all right."
Raht was pointing at me tied up in the star-pilot chair. "What you going to do with him?" I could see it in his eyes that he thought it would be a good idea to take me out and shoot me.
"Regulations state," said Heller, "that if at all feasible an officer found involved in crimes should be taken to the nearest base for an officer's conference trial. I'll deliver him to the base in Turkey with your evidence affidavits and mine and they can handle him."
My blood turned into slush. The Afyon base commander, Faht Bey, was just waiting for such a chance! They'd find me guilty in a second and execute me in the most painful possible way.
My wits were racing. Oh, there must be some way to get out of this!
I was facing death for sure!
Heller! Gods, how he had tricked me. And he was riding high. I did not know what he had in mind now to finish his mission but I knew it would be a catastrophe for Rockecenter and therefore Lombar. Well, to Hells with them! I had to think of ME!
Wait, wait. Suddenly I had a surge of hope.
At the Afyon base I had spread the rumor that Heller was under orders to kill them: They would shoot him if they saw him. I had taken care of that.
And Voltar? Why, Lombar hated Heller and Lombar was now in control of the entire Voltar Confederacy!
Heller was not home safe at all!
He was the one at risk.
All I had to do was con him in some way and stay alive and I would win completely in the end.
I would pretend to be cooperative. I would pretend to be his friend. I would lead him in some brilliant way straight to his doom.
My confidence began to return. I would think of something. All was very far from lost.
I almost laughed aloud. Heller and his Royal-officer ways— he'd be the dead one in the end.
Heller was bidding Raht goodbye.
Raht gave him a formal crossed-arm salute, admiration beaming from his face.