Day After Tomorrow by Mack Reynolds

Author:Mack Reynolds [Reynolds, Mack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780441139606
Publisher: Ace Books
Published: 1976-07-07T00:00:00+00:00

XII

He came out of the fog feeling nausea and with his head splitting. He groaned and opened one eye experimentally.

Steve Hackett's voice said, "The cloddy is snapping out of it." He sounded far away.

Larry groaned again, opened the other eye and attempted to focus.

"What happened?" he muttered.

"Oh, great. What happened, he says. Now that's an original question," Steve said in disgust.

Larry Woolford struggled up into a sitting position. He'd been stretched out on a couch in the Professor's combined living room and study.

Steve Hackett, his hands on his hips, was looking down at him sarcastically. There were three or four others, one of whom Larry vaguely remembered as being a Secret Service colleague of Steve's, going about and in and out of the room.

Larry said, his fingers pressing into his forehead. "My head's killing me. Damn it, what's going on?"

Steve said sarcastically, "You've been slipped a mickey, my cloak and dagger friend, and the bird has flown. And evidently, what a bird."

"You mean the Professor? He's a bird all right."

"Leave us depart the field of humor," Hackett said, his ugly face scowling. "Listen, I thought you people had pulled out of this case."

Larry sat up and swung his two feet around to the floor. "So did I," he said, or rather moaned. "But there were two or three things that bothered me and I thought I'd tidy them up before leaving."

"You tidied them up, all right," Steve grumbled. "This Professor Voss was practically the only lead I've been able to discover. An old friend of Self's. And you allowed him to get away before we even got here."

One of Hackett's men came up and said, "Not a sign of him, Steve. He evidently burned a few papers, packed a suitcase, and took off. His things look suspiciously like he was ready to go into hiding at a moment's notice."

Steve growled at him, "Give the place the works. Let's hope he's left some clues around that'll give us a line."

The other went off and Steve Hackett sat down on one of the leather chairs and glowered at Larry Woolford. "Listen," he said, "what did you people want with Susan Self?"

Larry shook his head for clarity and took the other in. He said, "Susan? What are you talking about? You don't have any aspirin, do you?"

"No. What do you mean, what am I talking about? You called Betsy Hughes and then sent a couple of men over to pick the Self kid up."

"Who's Betsy Hughes?" Larry Woolford complained. "I've never heard of her."

Steve shook his head. "I don't know what kind of knockout drops the old boy gave you, but they sure as hell worked. Betsy's the operative we put on to mind Susan Self in the Greater Washington Hilton. About an hour ago you got her on the phone, said your department wanted to question Susan, and that you were sending two men over to pick her up. The two men turned up with an order from you, and took the girl.

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