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.We have established that these saucers are quite sensitive about invasions of their privacy.Things seem to happen to people who see them and talk about it—Mrs.O’Leary’s disappearance is by no means unique.It follows that even if your attractive photographic friend is not now involved, with a little luck, if she uses her cameras diligently, she soon may be.And of course you will be handy to take advantage of her involvement when it occurs, Eric.”In other words, we were going to use Carol Lujan for bait.It wasn’t the best possible foundation upon which to construct a light-hearted alliance with a member of the opposite sex, ostensibly for purposes of travel and photography, and I couldn’t help a certain guilty awkwardness now, which I was fairly sure hadn’t gone unnoticed by my blonde companion.“This is quite a heap you’ve got here,” I said casually, to be saying something as we drove.“The photography business must be paying off these days.”Carol laughed.“Well, I’m not quite starving, let’s say.Remember when you first taught me how to use Ted’s cameras after… after he was killed? And then I went off to work in New York, on your recommendation, and when I came back you were gone, and Beth was packing for Reno, and it was all very sudden and mysterious and, well, shocking.I’d figured yours for one marriage that would go on forever.”She gave me a curious glance, but my divorce wasn’t something I wanted to discuss, even with Carol Lujan, so I let the conversation lapse.We spent a couple of hours in Albuquerque picking up a telephoto lens she’d located by phone, and some other stuff she needed, and a bite of lunch.It was well after noon when we hit the road again, so we didn’t make it out of New Mexico that day.There was no hurry anyway, as Carol pointed out.She’d agreed that the best plan was for us to wait for another incident and make a dash for the scene—but until the saucer-men struck again, we didn’t really know where we were going.We stopped for the night in Lordsburg, therefore, down in the lower left-hand corner of the state.It was a typical western community with the Southern Pacific railroad tracks on one side of the main drag, and most of the town on the other.After checking us into a motel, I left Carol to take a shower, and drove her car to a nearby filling station to be serviced.She was a nice girl—at least I hoped she was, Mac’s suspicions notwithstanding—but the sticker on the door said she was as casual as most women about little things like grease and oil, and I didn’t want any trouble south of the border where mechanics are scarce and auto parts scarcer.It was dark when I returned to the motel.When I knocked on the door, Carol’s voice said for me to come in, it wasn’t locked.I found her, in a short white terrycloth robe or beach coat, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed with an open attaché case beside her and a lot of papers scattered around her, one of which seemed to be a map of Mexico.She looked up as I entered.“It’s no use,” she said disgustedly.“I can’t make any sense of these sightings.The things just seem to pop up—or down—all over northwestern Mexico, without any pattern or reason or anything.”I went over to the dresser to put down the cardboard icebucket I’d filled from the machine near the office.Again, the skeptical attitude seemed indicated, and I said, “Look, just between us, doll, do you really believe in these gadgets?”Carol looked up, startled.“Flying saucers? Why, of course I believe in them! After all, we saw one once, remember?”I shrugged.“Well, we saw a funny-looking green light moving across the sky, sure.But don’t let’s build it up to include any whirling discs piloted by little cheese-eating moonmen.All we saw was a light.Just a light.”“Matt Helm, do you mean to tell me you think this is all a wild-goose chase…?” She stopped abruptly.“Oh, I see,” she said in a different, softer voice.“I see.Of course.”“What do you see?”“It’s security, isn’t it? You’re not allowed to admit that you know anything about it.Isn’t that it?”I looked at her for a moment, and put a grin on my face.“Sweetheart, you’re way beyond me.Who’s supposed to be telling me not to talk about what?”“The people you work for, of course,” she said calmly.“I mean the people you work for really, not that imaginary public relations outfit you talk about so unconvincingly.” When I didn’t say anything, Carol rose and belted the terry-cloth robe more closely about her, which was perhaps just as well, since it had become interestingly obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything else.“Matt, let’s stop pretending.Don’t you see, I know.I know all about you.I’ve known for years.I know why Beth left you.She told me.She cried on my shoulder, when I came back from New York that time, and told me all about it.”“Just what did she tell you?” I asked.“She said that before you were married you’d worked for a secret government organization, an organization that sometimes… sometimes killed people.I don’t know how she found out about it.I mean she didn’t go into detail, and she was pretty hysterical about the whole thing.We all knew how Beth felt about killing anything.She thought just hunting birds and animals was terrible.She couldn’t face the thought that her husband had ever been in the business of… of hunting men.”I looked at Carol for a moment longer; then I grinned again and said, “Wow! On that, I need a drink.How about you?”“Please.”Bartending, I went on easily, “Are you sure it was the U.S [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]