THERE were two uniformed policemen at the nurses' station at the end of the corridor, and a chunky bald man in a gray three-piece suit Still struggling against his sense of guilt, Stoner did not notice them until the bald man called to him
"Dr Stoner Kindly allow me to introduce myself I am Feodor Rozmenko, of the Soviet Academy of Sciences I was Professor Markov's personal aide " He held an ID card up in front of Stoner's eyes
Jo immediately snapped, "We're on our way to the airport
"Please' One moment only'" Rozmenko begged, smiling He was slightly shorter than Jo, but thick in the torso and arms Younger than his baldness suggested The two in uniform behind him were quite tall, very blond, Stoner thought of elite military police
"Look," said Stoner softly, "Professor Markov was a very dear friend of ours He's just died and we'd appreciate it if you could just leave us alone for a while "
"I understand I worked with Professor Markov for several years I would like to think that he was my friend, also," Rozmenko said with a forlorn little smile But he pressed ahead, "Will you be staying in Moscow overnight, or do you plan to leave immediately?"
"I told you, we're leaving right away," Jo said
"Could I induce you to stay for just one hour more?" Rozmenko was being extremely polite, smiling hopefully at them The two uniformed men had expressions as blank as robots
Jo was already shaking her head, but Stoner asked, "Why do you want us to stay?"
"A certain Dr. Lucacs from the
"So?"
Almost pathetically eager, Rozmenko went on, "When she learned that you were visiting the good professor, Dr. Stoner, she asked if she could meet you."
Jo snapped, "What does this doctor want with my husband?"
"That I do not know," replied Rozmenko. "But perhaps Professor Markov would have wanted the two of you to meet--in the interests of scientific research, perhaps?"
Stoner sensed no danger in Rozmenko. No hidden motives. He was a bureaucrat sent on a mission of diplomacy. With two big military policemen to back him up.
Turning to Jo, he said, "I'll talk to her for a few minutes, see what she wants. Okay?"
Jo looked from Rozmenko to the policemen to her husband, tense, wary. "I'll go with you."
Rozmenko, delighted, led them down a corridor and into a small conference room. It was wmdowless, and held only a shabby, worn table and ten rickety plastic chairs. The walls were bare and gray with age, except for a big display screen that filled one wall. The ceiling panels glowed with fluorescent lights that gave skin tones a ghastly bluish cast.
"Please to wait here one moment," said Rozmenko. "I will bring Dr. Lucacs "
The two policemen stood out in the hall, flanking the room's only door.
Jo would not sit down. "I know the Cold War's over and done with," she muttered, "but I can't help thinking that that is watching us." She jabbed a manicured thumb toward the blank display screen "They could hide a whole TV studio on its other side."
Smiling, Stoner eased his lanky frame onto one of the little plastic chairs. It creaked.
"Don't get nervous," he said. "The Russians won't bite you."
Still Jo paced the length of the conference table and peered anxiously at the blank screen.
"The most conservative society on Earth," Stoner said to his wife
"Conservative? The Soviets?"
"The Russians. They like to tell themselves that they're the savior of civilization, that Moscow is the third Rome, the last bastion of Christianity."
"I'm sure Pope Gregory would be surprised to hear that," Jo countered.
"He's an American, what do you expect?"
Jo was smiling now, but barely. "I just don't see the men in the Kremlin as conservatives, I'm sorry "
"Come on, Jo Look at these people. Even their architecture is a century behind the rest of the world. Deliberately. They look to the past just as naturally as Americans look to the future."
Jo turned and glanced at the screen again. Then, "We should have left for the airport. There's no sense staying around here "
"We'll just see what this doctor wants and then we'll be on our way."
"We should have gone, Keith. I do have business to conduct."
"Well, let's be polite to them for a few minutes, at least. You don't want to make the Russians think that capitalists are insensitive, do you?"
Then he remembered that one of the few real friends he had in this world had just died, and his smile vanished
"Maybe I should stay for the funeral," Stoner suggested. "Kir made me his executor "
Jo started to reply, but heard footsteps clicking down the corridor outside. She turned toward the door as Rozmenko ushered Ilona Lucacs into the tiny conference room.
Stoner got to his feet.
"Dr. Lucacs," said Rozmenko with a gesture, "Dr. Stoner and Mrs. Stoner."
Stoner could feel the heat of Jo's sudden anger. Automatic
response, he said to his star brother. Competitive female. Men respond to competition by displays of aggression supported on spurts of testosterone. Women use their brains. And their tongues.
Ilona Lucacs was almost a full head shorter than Jo. She wore a simple tweed skirt and jacket, the uniform of the academic. Jo's knee-length suede coat of burnt umber was more expensive than a half-dozen such outfits But the tweeds could not hide the curves of Lucacs's figure, any more than Jo's striking coat, slacks, and silk blouse could mask her strength.
Stoner looked from his wife to Dr. Lucacs and realized that the Hungarian must be no more than twenty-five years old. If that.
She smiled warmly at Jo, then held her hand out for Stoner to shake. He almost felt as if he should bow and kiss her dainty fingers, as a European would. Grinning inwardly, he decided he had better not Not with Jo already fuming.
"I am very sorry about Professor Markov," said Dr. Lucacs, in a throaty voice. "My deepest condolences."
"Thank you," Stoner replied. And he found that he could say no more. He wanted to tell her what a wonderful friend Kinll had been, how he had been a true champion of freedom and the restructuring of Soviet society. But the words choked in his throat He felt a strange inner surge of sympathy from his star brother. I know what death is, said the alien within him No matter how inevitable, it is always a loss, always a sorrow.
Jo was saying, "You arrived here too late to help, I'm afraid What kind of a specialist are you?"
Dr. Lucacs blushed slightly. "Oh, I am not a medical doctor. Not a physician My field is neurophysiology--the study of the human nervous system "
Instantly Stoner felt a danger signal flash through him.
"My area of research deals with repairing damaged neural tissue," Dr Lucacs went on.
"Like fetal grafts for repairing brain damage?" Jo asked, all business.
"Yes. And for treating Parkmson's and other diseases of the central nervous system."
"Then why did you want to see us?"
Ilona Lucacs tried to smile and failed "I have been assigned by my superiors at the university to examine the problems in cryomc suspension of nerve function."
Stoner looked at his wife Jo never blinked an eye. The four people stood in the shabby little conference room, facing each other Lucacs and Rozmenko on one side, Jo and Stoner on the other.
Stoner broke the stretching silence. "Then it's me you wanted to see, not Kinll."
Lucacs looked almost ashamed. "I came to Moscow to ask Professor Markov if he would arrange some way for me to meet you. I am very sorry it had to happen this way."
Jo said firmly, "We've stopped all research on cryomcs at Vanguard Industries It just doesn't work. As far as I know, every major corporation and university has given up on cryomcs."
"Not the University of Budapest," said Lucacs, almost meekly "You see, the president of Hungary is seventy-eight years old. He is still in excellent health, but--well, our biology department has been asked to investigate the matter once again."
"So you want to examine my husband."
"He is the only case on record of surviving cryomc freezing."
Stoner almost smiled. They're discussing me like some prize bull that's up for auction Yet he sensed a deeper motive in the Hungarian scientist, something unspoken, something hidden.
"There's nothing you can do that hasn't already been done," Jo was saying. "Every test that it's possible to conduct has been done. The subject is closed "
"But in the interests of science . . ."
"It's a blind alley," Jo insisted.
Dr Lucacs took a deep breath, as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice and had to work up the courage to jump
"Dr. Stoner . Mrs Stoner . . " She hesitated, then plunged on, "I plead with you, as one human being to an-
other My position at the university depends on satisfying my department chief in this matter My career--my entire life-- is in your hands "
She was telling the truth, Stoner realized, but not all of it There was something personal, something desperate, driving her
Jo immediately shot back, "If you're saying that your university bosses will throw you out unless you bring my husband back to your labs, then I promise you that Vanguard Industries will offer you a job at a comparable salary or better "
The young woman looked miserable "But this means more than a job, to me Don't you understand "
"I understand," Stoner spoke up "I remember how departmental politics can pressure a post-doc That's the situation you're in, isn't it?"
"It will be years before I am granted tenure," said Lucacs "Until then, my career hangs by a thread "
Jo looked utterly unconvinced
Turning to his wife, Stoner said, "I'd like to stay in Moscow for Kir's funeral He doesn't have any surviving relatives that I know of I ought to be involved in making the arrangements "
Rozmenko started to say something, thought better of it, and lapsed back into silence He had watched the interchange with wide staring eyes Apparently he understood what was at stake
Jo switched into Italian, "If I didn't know you better, I'd be jealous of this little gypsy girl "
He smiled at his wife and replied in the same Neapolitan dialect, "But you do know me better, and you know there's nothing for you to be jealous of "
"Maybe her age "
"Not even that," said Stoner In Italian it sounded romantic
"You're going to let her examine you?"
"No But there's something involved here that she's not telling us It could be important I'll convince her that there's nothing to be gained by examining me If necessary I'll go to
Budapest to convince her superiors And find out what's going on"
"The same way you convinced de Sagres to stand up to his generals'"
"The same way "
"Then you want me to fly back to Hilo without you "
"If you don't mind "
"I mind like hell " Jo snapped
"But will you do it?"
"If I refuse, will you 'convince' me too'"
With a slight shake of his head, "I could never do that to you, Jo We're partners, you and I We have to agree out of our own free will "
She shot a glance at the apprehensive Dr Lucacs and the eager Rozmenko "I'll go back to Hawaii alone," she said "But I sure as hell don't like it "
"Come back for the funeral, and then we'll fly home together "
"Is that a promise'"
"Yes Of course "
"Okay," Jo said reluctantly "I'll phone you when I get home "
He tapped a finger against the communicator on his wrist "I'll be right here "