long minute no one spoke, then Wrinfield said: âYou would not be talking in this fashion unless you had reason to believe that such a weapon exists or could exist.â
âI have reason so to believe. This possibility has obsessed the intelligence agencies of all the modern world for some years now.â
âObviously this secret is not in our hands, or you wouldnât be telling us all this.â
âObviously.â
âAnd it wouldnât be in the hands of a country such as Britain?â
âThat would give us no cause for anxiety.â
âBecause when the chips are down they would be allies with responsible hands?â
âI couldnât have put it better myself.â
âThen this secret resides â if it does reside anywhere â in the hands of a country which, when the chips were down, would be neither friendly nor responsible?â
âPrecisely.â Pilgrim, Fawcett reflected, had warned him not to underrate Wrinfieldâs intelligence. Wrinfield said slowly: âPilgrim and I have already made some tentative arrangements, come to preliminary agreements. You will know that. But he never told me any of this.â
âThe time wasnât right.â
âSo now it is?â
âNow or not at all.â
âOf course, you want this secret or formula or whatever?â
Fawcett began to revise his opinion of Wrinfieldâs intelligence. âWhat do you think?â
âWhat makes you think our hands are more responsible than those of a score of other nations?â
âIâm a paid employee of the United States government. Mine is not to reason why.â
âIt will not have escaped you that that was precisely the reasoning adopted by the Gestapo and the SS in Germany during the Second World War or by Russiaâs KGB since?â
âIt has not escaped me. But I donât think the analogy is very exact. The United States doesnât really want more power â we have already overkill capacity. Can you imagine what would happen if this secret fell into the hands of, say, the certifiable leaders of a couple of the new Central African republics? We simply think we have more responsible hands than most.â
âWe have to hope we have.â
Fawcett tried to conceal his long slow exhalation of relief. âThat means youâll go along.â
âIâll go. A moment ago you said the time was now right to tell me. Why?â
âI hope I was right in saying I was right.â
Bruno stirred. âWhat do you want of me, Colonel?â
There were times, Fawcett was aware, when there was little point in beating about the bush. He said: âGet it for us.â
Bruno rose and poured himself another soda. He drank it all down then said: âYou mean, steal it?â
âGet it. Would you call taking a gun away from a maniac stealing?â
âBut why me?â
âBecause you have unique gifts. I canât discuss what type of use we would propose making of those gifts until I have some sort of answer. All I know is that we are pretty certain that there is only one formula in existence, only one man who has the formula and is capable of reproducing it. We know where both man and formula are.â
âWhere?â
Fawcett didnât hesitate. âCrau.â
Bruno didnât react in at all the way Fawcett had expected. His voice, when he spoke, was as bereft of expression as his face. Tonelessly, he repeated the word: âCrau.â
âCrau. Your old home country and your old home town.â
Bruno didnât reply immediately. He returned to his chair, sat in it for a full minute, then said: âIf I do agree, how do I get there? Illegal frontier crossing? Parachutes?â
Fawcett made a heroic â and successful â effort to conceal his sense of exultation. Wrinfield and Bruno â heâd got them both in a matter of minutes. He said matter-of-factly: