Elric to Rescue Tanelorn - Michael Moorcock [98]
“Where’s Mr. Cornelius?”
“Jerry Cornelius?” she murmured abstractedly.
“Yes.”
“We should have asked Frank. Silly of me.”
“Where’s Dimitri?”
“He gave up.”
“Gave himself up?” Mr. Smiles looked bemused. He glanced round the strongroom. On the floor, in a dark corner, lay a neatly folded Courrèges suit, a shirt, underpants, socks, shoes, tie, valuables.
“Well, he must have gone for an early-morning swim,” said Mr. Smiles, trembling and noticing how healthy Miss Brunner’s skin looked.
It was dawn as Jerry walked down the stairs. On the second floor he found Miss Brunner and Mr. Smiles going through the big metal box files. They were sitting on the carpet with the files between them, studying the papers and microfilm they had removed.
“I assumed you were dead,” said Miss Brunner. “We’re the only survivors, I’m afraid.”
“Where is Frank?”
“We let him go after he’d opened the strongroom for us. It was a mistake.” She looked petulantly at Mr. Smiles. “They aren’t here, are they?”
Mr. Smiles shook his head. “It doesn’t look like it, Miss Brunner. We’ve been fooled by young Frank. At the rate he was trembling and drooling, you’d have thought he was telling the truth. He’s more cunning than we guessed.”
“Instinctive,” said Miss Brunner, her lips pursed.
“What happened to Dimitri?” Jerry looked at Miss Brunner. For a moment, in the dawn light, he had half-mistaken her for the Greek.
“He disappeared,” said Mr. Smiles. “After I went to check on Frank. I didn’t realize the strength of character your brother had, Mr. Cornelius.”
“You shouldn’t have let him go.” Jerry kicked at the papers.
“You told us we mustn’t harm him.”
“Did I?” Jerry spoke listlessly now.
“I’m not sure he was lying,” said Miss Brunner to Mr. Smiles. She got up, dusting off her skirt as best she could. “He might really have believed the stuff was in there. Do you think it exists any more?”
“I was convinced. Convinced.” Mr. Smiles sighed. “A lot of time, energy, and money has been wasted, and we’re not even likely to survive now. This is a great disappointment.”
“Why not?” Jerry asked. “Likely to survive?”
“Outside, Mr. Cornelius, is the remainder of your brother’s private army. They’ve ringed the place and are ready to shoot us. Your brother commands them.”
“I must get to a doctor,” said Jerry.
“What’s the matter?” Miss Brunner’s voice wasn’t sympathetic.
“I’m wounded in a couple of places. One in the shoulder—not sure where the other one went in, but I think it must be very bad.”
“What about your sister?”
“My sister’s dead. I shot her.”
“Really, then you must—”
“I want to live!” Jerry stumbled towards the window and looked out into the cold morning. Men were waiting there, though Frank couldn’t be seen. The grey bushes seemed made of delicately carved granite, and grey gulls wheeled in a grey sky.
“By Christ, I want you to live, too!” Miss Brunner grasped him. “Can you think of a way we can all get out?”
“There is a chance.” He began to speak calmly. “The main control chamber wasn’t destroyed, was it?”
“No—perhaps we should have…”
“Let’s get down there. Come on, Mr. Smiles.”
Jerry sat limply in the chair by the control board. He checked first that the power was on; then he activated the monitors so that they had a view all round the house. He locked the monitors on the armed men who were waiting outside.
His hand reached for another bank of switches and flipped them over. “We’ll try the towers,” he said.
Green, red, and yellow lights went on above the board. “They’re working, anyway.” He stared carefully at the monitors. He felt very sick.
“Towers are spinning,” he said. “Look!”
The armed men were all gaping at the roof. They could not have had any sleep all night, which would help the process. They stood transfixed.
“Get going,” Jerry said as he got up and leaned on Mr. Smiles, pushing him towards the door. “But once out of the house, don’t look back or you’ll be turned into a pillar of salt.”
They helped him up the stairs. He