Hes a lawyer.
Then hes arriving just in time, said McGill. Just the man you need.
Ballard shook his head. Hes not the right sort of lawyer. He specializes in taxes.
Oh, one of those boys. McGill chuckled. Hes probably come to confess all that he slipped up on sorting out the death duties bit, and instead of three million from the old man youre just going to get three thousand.
Ballard grinned. Im not going to get three cents. Ben warned me about that. He said that hed educated me and Id have to stand on my own two feet as hed done at my age. I told you that all his money is tied up in some trust or other. He stretched. Im beginning to feel chilly. Lets go inside.
Its warmer in the bar, agreed McGill.
THE HEARING Third DayELEVEN
The Press gallery was jammed as Harrison led Eric Peterson through his evidence. Dan Edwards had shamelessly bought space for himself by bringing in two cub reporters and then sending them away when the proceedings began. But it was to no avail; protests from other reporters soon led to the seats being occupied, and Edwards was compelled to scrawl his shorthand in as cramped conditions as anyone else.
Harrison made a note on his pad, and raised his eyes. So we arrive at the point when Dr McGill left, having delivered his bad news. What happened then, Mr Peterson?
Eric Peterson shrugged. Well, the meeting went on for a long time. In all honesty I have to say that some of us were not convinced of the gravity of the situation. You must remember that this whole thing had been jumped on us suddenly had taken us by surprise, if you like. After all, if someone steps up to you and says, The end of the world is at hand! youre going to need a lot of proof before you believe him.
I appreciate your position, said Harrison. Can you give some specific examples of the views of members of the council?
Well, my brother argued that, even if McGill was anywhere near right, we didnt want to start a panic. I agreed with that and so did Matt Houghton, the mayor. Phil Warrick didnt seem to have any views at all. He just blew along with the wind and agreed with everybody. Mrs Samson wanted to go all out with preparations for evacuation right there and then.
What position did the mine management take?
Mr Ballard agreed with Mrs Samson. Mr Quentin said he didnt think there was any danger he said it was all a lot of hot air. Mr Cameron tended to go along with Mr Ballard. Peterson clasped his hands before him. You must realize that any decision concerning the town had to be made by the council. It wasnt up to the mine management to tell the town what to do. Dr McGill had told us there was no immediate hazard from the west slope, and to some of us there seemed to be no reason for going off half-cocked on a project that might cost the town a lot of money and wasted time.
And lose votes if nothing happened, remarked Edwards cynically.
Well, as I said, there was a lot of talk and we went round in circles for some time. Eventually Matt Houghton came up with an idea. He said that maybe there was something in what McGill had said, but hed like a second opinion. He said hed telephone Christchurch and get some advice.
To whom was he going to speak?
That was the rub. He didnt know and neither did anyone else. Mr Cameron suggested he talk to someone in the Forestry Department he said theyd probably know about avalanche conditions. Someone else, I forget who, suggested the Department of Civil Defence. It was decided hed try both. Mrs Samson said the police should be notified and that was agreed to.
Did the mine management make any concrete suggestions?
We had the offer of transport trucks and suchlike. Also bulldozers.
Who made that offer?
Peterson glanced sideways at Ballard. He hesitated, then said, I dont remember. It may have been Mr Cameron.
Ballard smiled thinly.
And what happened then?
The meeting broke up and it was decided wed meet at eleven the next morning, even though it was Sunday.
I see. Harrison looked around. Has anyone any further questions to ask Mr Peterson?
Smithers raised his hand. I represent the Ministry of Civil Defence. Was a telephone call in fact made to the Civil Defence authorities?
Not to my knowledge.
Why not?
I talked with Matt Houghton after the meeting. He was a bit wavery about things. He said hed do what he always did before making a decision. He said hed sleep on it.
And the police were they notified?
That was a bit difficult. Arthur Pye was away; he was up at the head of the valley investigating a case of sheep worrying.
Who is Arthur Pye?
Our policeman. Hukahoronui is only a small place we just had the one policeman.
Do you mean to tell me that when you discussed notifying the police it was your intention to tell Constable Pye? said Smithers incredulously.
Well, hed know what to do about telling his superiors, said Peterson defensively.
So nobody outside Hukahoronui knew of the situation?
I suppose that is correct.
And in Hukahoronui the knowledge was confined to a handful of people.
Yes, sir.
Smithers consulted his note-pad. You say that when it was decided to get a second opinion on Dr McGills diagnosis of the situation nobody knew whom to consult. He lifted his head and looked at Peterson with an air of disbelief. Did no one on the council read the directives which were sent out by my Ministry?
We get a lot of stuff from the Government. Peterson shrugged. I didnt read it all myself.
Apparently no one on the council read it. Smithers took a deep breath. Mr Peterson, you were a councillor and a responsible official. Would you not agree that preparations for a crisis in your community were conspicuous by their absence? I am not speaking of avalanches only we do live in an earthquake prone country, a major reason for the existence of the Ministry of Civil Defence.
May I object? said Lyall quickly.
Harrison looked up from his notes. What is your objection?
I would like to point out that the township of Hukahoronui was relatively new and the population was largely composed of recent immigrants to the valley. In such a situation the degree of community spirit would naturally be less than in a longer established community.
Mr Lyall, is that your objection? You seem to be answering for the witness.
It is not my objection, Mr Chairman. My objection is that it is improper for Mr Smithers to ask such a loaded question of Mr Peterson. He is usurping the function of this Commission, which is to decide whether the state of affairs implicit in his question was actually the case.
A thin point, but valid nevertheless, conceded Harrison. But it would have come better with the accompanying speech of extenuation. Mr Smithers, your last question was out of order. Have you any further questions?
None that I would care to ask this witness, said Smithers curtly.
Then you may step down, Mr Peterson, on the understanding that you may be recalled.
Peterson left the witness chair with an air of relief, and Harrison bent forward to have a word with Reed. He then sat back in his chair, and said, Mr Cameron, the engineer of the Hukahoronui Mining Company, has been hospitalized for many months due to the injuries he received in the disaster. However, he has notified the Commission that he feels well enough to give evidence at this time and he is now present. Will you come forward, Mr Cameron?
There was a low murmur as Cameron limped across the hall leaning heavily on the arm of a male nurse. He had lost a lot of weight and was now almost emaciated; his cheeks were sunken and his hair, pepper and salt at the time of the avalanche, was now quite white. He looked an old man.
He sat in the witness chair and the male nurse drew up another chair behind him. Reed said, What is your full name?
Joseph McNeil Cameron.
And your occupation, Mr Cameron?
I was a mining engineer, said Cameron flatly. Specifically for the Hukahoronui Mining Company at the material times under investigation by this Commission. His voice was strong if slow.
Mr Cameron, said Harrison, if at any time you feel unable to continue, please do not hesitate to say so.
Thank you, Mr Chairman.
I understand that you have evidence to give about the events of the evening of the day you had the meeting with the council. That would be the Saturday evening, would it not?
Yes, sir, said Cameron. There was a dinner-dance at the Hotel DArchiac that night. I had invited Mr Ballard and Dr McGill to be my guests. My daughter, Stacey, was also present she was on vacation from the States at that time and was due to go back the following week. There was a certain amount of table-hopping during the dinner and it was then I learned that the mayor had not made the telephone calls. That, combined with a new and most disturbing report from Dr McGill, worried all of us very much.
Could you go into that in more detail? said Harrison.
Why, yes. We were just starting dinner
McGill inspected the menu. Colonial goose, he said. That sounds good.
Ballard chuckled. Dont expect poultry.
I was going to order that, said Stacey Cameron. She was a tall, dark girl with typical American svelte good looks. McGill had measured her with a knowledgeable eye and classed her as a long-stemmed American beauty, Californian variety. She said, What is it if it isnt a bird?
A Texas nightingale isnt a bird, either, honey, said Cameron. Its a donkey. This is a similar New Zealand joke.
Stacey was horrified. You mean its horse meat?
No, said Ballard. Its hogget and stuffing.
Now youve lost me, complained McGill. Whats hogget?
Midway between lamb and mutton. There are millions of sheep in New Zealand and just about as many ways of cooking the animal. Colonial goose is a colonial joke, but its not bad.
A trap for the unwary tourist, commented McGill. Talking of that, when are you going back to the States, Stacey?
Just ten days left, she said with a sigh.
Ive been trying to talk her into staying, said Cameron.
Why dont you? Ballard asked her.
Id like to, she said regretfully. If only to look after this crazy man. She leaned over and patted her fathers hand. But I have a boss back in San Francisco whos depending on me I wouldnt want to let him down.
Cameron said, No one is indispensable. How long would it take you to cut free?
She thought about it. Maybe six months.
Then what about it?
Ill consider it, she said. Really I will.
Over dinner Cameron yarned about some of the practical difficulties they had run into when getting the mine going. The trouble was mainly with the people. The folks around here werent very enthusiastic at first. Theyd got pretty set in their ways and didnt like change. All except old man Peterson, of course, who saw the possibilities.
That reminds me, said McGill. Whats with the Petersons? And how many of them are there, for Gods sake?
Three brothers, said Ballard. John, Eric and Charlie. The old man died last year.
Cameron said, John has the brains, Eric has the drive, and Charlie has the muscle and precious little else. If Charlie-boy had twice the brains he has now hed be a half-wit. The Petersons own the Supermarket and the filling station, they have a half share in this hotel, run a couple of farms things like that. Charlie wants to develop Huka as a ski resort but hes finding it tough sledding; his brothers dont think the time is ripe for it. Old Peterson saw the possibilities and his boys are carrying on where he left off.
You forgot Liz, said Stacey. Shes over there fourth table along.
Ballard turned his head. He had not seen Liz Peterson since his return to the valley and his image was still of a freckled, gawky girl with pigtails and skinned knees. What he saw was something quite different and he drew in his breath.
Liz Peterson was a rarity a really beautiful girl whose loveliness did not depend on the adventitious aid of cosmetics. Her beauty lay deeper than the surface of her skin in the bone structure of her skull, in the sheen of good health and youth, in the smooth and controlled movements of her body. She was beautiful in the way a healthy young animal is beautiful and she had the unconscious arrogance that can be seen in a thoroughbred racehorse or a fine hunting dog.
By God! he said. Shes grown up.
Cameron chuckled. It tends to happen.
Why havent I seen her around?
Shes been visiting in North Island; just got back this week, said Cameron. She had dinner with us on Monday. Stacey was quite impressed, and it really takes something to impress my girl.
I like Liz, said Stacey. She has a mind of her own.
Ballard looked studiously at his plate. Any of the Petersons married yet?
John is and Erics engaged.
Charlie?
No he hasnt had to not yet; but its been a close call once or twice from what I hear. As for Liz, she should have been married long ago but Charlie has a way of scaring the young men. He looks after his sister like a hen with one chick.
McGill said, The Petersons dont like you, Ian. What was all that about this morning?
An old quarrel, said Ballard shortly. He glanced at Cameron. Know about it, Joe?
Ive heard, said Cameron. Something about the Ballards cheating the Petersons out of the mine.
Thats the way the Petersons tell it, agreed Ballard. Not John hes too sensible; but Eric tends to drive it into the ground a bit. What happened was that my father had a row with my grandfather and emigrated to New Zealand. Although hed left the family, he was still enough of a Ballard to be interested in gold when he found it on his land. He knew there wasnt enough sign to start a serious operation, the price of gold being what it was, but when he made his will before he joined the army he left the land to my mother, but the mineral rights he left to my grandfather.