After a while he stood up with his arms out in front of him and began to shuffle forward. He had gone only a few feet when he stubbed his toe on something and the pain was agonizing. Damn! he said viciously, and stepped back until he felt the bed behind his legs. He sat down and nursed his foot.
A sound came from the other side of the room and he saw a patch of greyness, quickly obscured and vanishing. A light suddenly stabbed at him and he blinked and screwed up his eyes against the sudden glare. A voice said in accented English, So Dr Meyrick is awake and up, too.
Denison brought up his hands before his eyes. The voice said sharply, Dont move, Meyrick. Stay on the bed. Then, more coolly, Do you know what this is?
The lamp dipped a little so that he could see the vague outline of a man in back-reflected light. He saw the glint of metal in an out-thrust hand. Well? said the voice impatiently. What is it, Meyrick?
Denisons voice was hoarse. A pistol. He cleared his throat. Id like to know what the hell this is all about.
The voice was amused. No doubt you would. As Denison tried to sort out the accent the light played over him. I see youve hurt your side, Dr Meyrick. How did that happen?
A pack of maniacs attacked me in Norway. They seem to have the same breed in Finland, too.
Poor Dr Meyrick, mocked the voice. You seem to be continually in trouble. Did you report it to the police?
Of course I did. What else would you expect me to do? And to the British Embassy in Oslo. He remembered what Carey had said about Meyricks bloody-mindedness, and added irascibly, Bloody incompetents the lot of them.
Who did you see at the Embassy?
A man called McCready picked me up at the police station and took me to the Embassy. Look, Ive had enough of this. Im answering no more questions. None at all.
The pistol moved languidly. Yes, you will. Did you meet Carey?
No.
Youre a liar.
If you think you know the answers, why ask me the questions? I dont know anyone called Carey.
A sigh came out of the darkness. Meyrick, I think you ought to know that we have your daughter.
Denison tensed, but sat quietly. After a moment he said, Prove it.
Nothing easier. The pistol withdrew slowly. Tape recorders are made conveniently small these days, are they not? There was a click and a slight hissing noise in the darkness beyond the flashlight, then a man spoke:
Now tell me; whats your father doing here in Finland?
Hes on holiday.
That was Lyns clear voice. Denison recognized it in spite of the slight distortion which was far less than that of a telephone.
Did he tell you that?
Who else would tell me? She sounded amused.
But he went to see Professor Kääriänen this afternoon. That sounds more like business than pleasure.
He wanted to find out something about his father my grandfather.
What did he want to find out?
There was a raw silence, then the man said, Come now, Miss Meyrick; nothing will happen, either to you or to your father, if you answer my questions. I assure you that you will be released unharmed.
A switch snapped and the voices stopped. From the darkness: You see, Dr Meyrick! Of course, I cannot guarantee the truthfulness of my friend regarding his last statement. The pistol reappeared, glinting in the light. Now, to return to Mr Carey what did he have to say?
He hauled me over the coals for being in a road accident, said Denison.
The voice sharpened. You can do better than that. Now, having put you and Carey together, I want to know just what youre doing here in Finland. I want it truthfully, and I want it quickly. And youd better start thinking seriously of your daughters health. The gun jerked. Talk!
Denison was never more conscious of the disadvantages of being naked; it took the pith out of a man. All right, he said. Were here to see the Finnish government.
What about?
A defence project.
Who in the government?
Not really the government, said Denison inventively. Someone in the army in military intelligence.
The name? When Denison was silent the gun jerked impatiently. The name, Meyrick.
Denison was hastily trying to slap together a name that sounded even remotely Finnish. Saarinen.
Hes an architect.
Not this one this ones a colonel, said Denison, hoping it was a rank in the Finnish army. He was listening intently but heard no sound other than an occasional rustle of clothing from the other side of the bright light.
Whats the project?
Electronic espionage equipment for monitoring Russian broadcasts, especially on military wavelengths.
There was a long silence. I suppose you know that this is already done.
Not the way I do it, said Denison.
All right; how do you do it? And lets not have me extract answers like pulling teeth or that girl of yours might have some of her teeth pulled.
I invented an automatic decoder, said Denison. A barrier broke in his mind and a wave of panic and terror swept over him. He felt sweat trickle down his chest and then deliberately pushed the panic back where it had come from but he retained the words that had come with it.
Its a stochastic process, he said, not even knowing what the word meant. A development of the Monte Carlo method. The Russian output is repeatedly sampled and put through a series of transformations at random. Each transformation is compared with a store held in a computer memory if a match is made a tree branching takes place leading to a further set of transformations. There are a lot of dead ends and it needs a big, fast computer very powerful.
The sweat poured off him. He had not understood a word of what he had said.
I got most of that, said the voice, and Denison thought he detected a touch of awe. You invented this thing?
I developed the circuits and helped with the programming, said Denison sullenly.
Theres one thing I dont understand and this I really have to know. Why give it to the Finns?
We didnt, said Denison. They gave it to us. They developed the basics. They didnt have the resources to follow up, so they gave it to us.
Professor Kääriänen?
Look, said Denison. Let me hear that tape again.
Why?
Im not saying another bloody word until I hear it, said Denison stubbornly.
A pause. All right; heres a re-run.
The gun vanished and there was a click.
Now tell me; whats your father doing here in Finland?
Hes on holiday.
Denison strained his ears as he listened to the conversation and evaluated the voices. He raised his hands and slowly parted them so that the link of the handcuffs tightened.
He wanted to find out something about his father my grandfather.
Now tell me; whats your father doing here in Finland?
Hes on holiday.
Denison strained his ears as he listened to the conversation and evaluated the voices. He raised his hands and slowly parted them so that the link of the handcuffs tightened.
He wanted to find out something about his father my grandfather.
What did he want to find out? A pause. Come now, Miss Meyrick; nothing will happen, either to you or to your father, if you ans
Denison lunged, moving fast. He had moved his legs under the bed, so that when he moved he was on the balls of his feet and utilizing the maximum thrust of his thighs. His hands were as wide apart as he could spread them and he rammed them forward as though to grab the man by the ears. The link between the handcuffs caught the man right across the larynx.
Both tape recorder and flashlight dropped to the floor; the flashlight rolled, sending grotesque shadows about the room, and the recorder babbled. Denison kept up his pressure on the mans throat and was aware of cloth as he pressed his hands to his opponents face. In the shifting light he saw the glint of metal as the man raised the pistol from his pocket and he twisted his hand frantically and managed to grab the wrist as it came up.
With his left hand holding firmly on to his opponents right wrist he thrust firmly so that the steel link cut into the mans throat. The gun was thus held close to the mans right ear, and when it went off with a blinding flare and a deafening explosion the man reeled away and dropped it.
Denison dived for it and came up again quickly. The door banged closed and the recorder chattered insanely. He made for the door and opened it, to find himself in a narrow corridor with another door at the end. As he ran for it he heard Diana Hansen say, from behind him, Lyn, if you take this attitude it will be the worse for you.
He heard the words but they made little sense and he had no time to evaluate them. He burst through the door and found himself in the brightly lit hotel corridor. There was no one to be seen, so he ran to the corner where the corridor turned and came to the lifts, and skidded to a halt in front of an astonished couple in evening dress. One lift was going down.
He made for the stairs, hearing a startled scream from behind him, and ran down two flights of stairs, causing quite a commotion as he emerged into the lobby yelling for the police and wearing nothing but a pair of handcuffs and an automatic pistol.
SEVENTEEN
Incredible! said Carey. His voice was dead as though he, himself, did not believe what he was saying, and the single word made no echo in the quiet room.
Thats what happened, said Denison simply.
McCready stirred. It would seem that more than water was thrown on to the hot stones in the sauna.
Yes, said Carey. I have heard that some Finns, in an experimental mood, have used koskenkorva as Iöylyä.
Whats that? asked Denison.
A sort of Finnish vodka. Carey put down his dead pipe. I dare say some smart chemist could come up with a vaporizing knock-out mixture. I accept that. He frowned and shook his head. Could you repeat what you told this fellow about your bloody decoder?
Its engraved on my memory, said Denison bitterly. I said, Its a stochastic process a development of the Monte Carlo method. The Russian output is repeatedly sampled and put through a series of transformations at random. Each transformation is compared with a store held in a computer memory if a match is made a tree branching takes place leading to a further set of transformations. There are a lot of dead ends and it needs a big, fast computer very powerful.
It would, said Carey drily.
I dont even know what stochastic means, said Denison helplessly.
Carey took a smokers compendium from his pocket and began to clean his pipe, making a dry scraping sound. I know what it means. A stochastic process has an element of probability in it. The Monte Carlo method was first devised as a means of predicting the rate of diffusion of uranium hexafluoride through a porous barrier its been put to other uses since.
But I dont know anything about that, expostulated Denison.
Apparently you do, said Carey. If you thought you were talking gobbledegook you were wrong. It would make sense to a mathematician or a computer man. And you were right about something else; youd need a bloody powerful computer to handle it the transformations would run into millions for even a short message. In fact, I dont think there is that kind of a computer, unless the programming method is equally powerful.
Denison developed the shakes. Was I a mathematician? Did I work on computers? he whispered.
No, said Carey levelly. What did you think you were doing when you reeled off all that stuff?
I was spinning a yarn I couldnt tell him why we were really here.
McCready leaned forward. What did you feel like when you were spouting like that?
I was scared to death, confessed Denison.
Of the man?
There was violence in Denisons headshake. Not of the man of myself. What was in me. His hands began to quiver again.
Carey caught McCreadys eye and shook his head slightly; that line of questioning was too dangerous for Denison. He said, Well leave that for a moment and move on. You say this chap accepted you as Meyrick?
He didnt question it.
What made you go for him? That was a brave thing to do when he had a gun.
He wasnt holding the gun, said Denison. He was holding the recorder. I suddenly tumbled to it that the recording was a fake. The threatening bit at the end had a different quality a dead sound. All the other stuff was just ordinary conversation and could have happened quite naturally. It followed that this chap couldnt have Lyn, and that left me free to act.
Quite logical, said Carey. And quite right. There was a bemused look on his face as he muttered to himself, Competent!
McCready said, Lyn was in the hotel lounge yesterday afternoon and a chap sat at the table and began to pump her. Either the flower pot or the ashtray was bugged and the conversation recorded. Diana Hansen was around and caught on to what was happening and butted in, spoiling the game. Of course, she didnt know about the bug at the time.
A look of comprehension came over Denisons face. I heard Dianas voice on the tape. She was threatening Lyn, too.
McCready grinned. When this character was foiled he went away, and Diana and Lyn had a row. The bug was still there so that, too, was picked up on the tape. It seems that your daughter is trying to protect her father against the wiles of a wicked woman of the world.
Oh, no! moaned Denison.
Youll have to come the heavy father, McCready advised.
Does Lyn know what happened?
Carey grunted and glanced at his watch. Six in the morning shell still be asleep. When you went missing I had Mrs Hansen tell her that the two of you were going on the town and youd be late back. I didnt want her alarmed.