The Andromeda Strain (7 page)

TOP SECRET

CODE FOLLOWS

AS

CBW 9/9/234/435/6778/900

MESSAGE FOLLOWS

AS

THE FOLLOWING MALE AMERICAN

CITIZENS ARE BEING PLACED

ON ZED KAPPA STATUS. PREVIOUS

TOP SECRET CLEARANCE HAS BEEN

CONFIRMED. THE NAMES ARE +

STONE, JEREMY	81
LEAVITT, PETER	04
BARTON, CHARLES	51

CHRISTIANSENKRIKECANCEL THIS LINE CANCEL THIS LINE CAN

TO READ AS

KIRKE, CHRISTIAN	142
HALL, MARK	l77

ACCORD THESE MEN ZED KAPPA
STATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

END MESSAGE END MESSAGE

In theory, this cable was also quite routine; its purpose was to name the five members who were being given Zed Kappa status, the code for “OK” status. Unfortunately, however, the machine misprinted one of the names, and failed to reread the entire message. (Normally, when one of the printout units of a secret trunk line miswrote part of a message, the entire message was rewritten, or else it was reread by the computer to certify its corrected form.)

The message was thus open to doubt. In Washington and elsewhere, a computer expert was called in to confirm the accuracy of the message, by what is called “reverse tracing.” The Washington expert expressed grave concern about the validity of the message since the machine was printing out other minor mistakes, such as “L” when it meant “I.”

The upshot of all this was that the first two names on the list were accorded status, while the rest were not, pending confirmation.

Allison Stone was tired. At her home in the hills overlooking the Stanford campus, she and her husband, the chairman of the Stanford bacteriology department, had held a party for fifteen couples, and everyone had stayed late. Mrs. Stone was annoyed: she had been raised in official Washington, where one’s second cup of coffee, offered pointedly without cognac, was accepted as a signal to go home. Unfortunately, she thought, academics did not follow the rules. She had served the second cup of coffee hours ago, and everybody was still there.

Shortly before one a.m., the doorbell rang. Answering it, she was surprised to see two military men standing side by side in the night. They seemed awkward and nervous to her, and she assumed they were lost; people often got lost driving through these residential areas at night.

“May I help you?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am,” one said politely. “But is this the residence of Dr. Jeremy Stone?”

“Yes,” she said, frowning slightly. “It is.”

She looked beyond the two men, to the driveway. A blue military sedan was parked there. Another man was standing by the car; he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

“Does that man have a gun?” she said.

“Ma’am,” the man said, “we must see Dr. Stone at once, please.”

It all seemed strange to her, and she found herself frightened. She looked across the lawn and saw a fourth man, moving up to the house and looking into the window. In the pale light streaming out onto the lawn, she could distinctly see the rifle in his hands.

“What’s going on?”

“Ma’am, we don’t want to disturb your party. Please call Dr. Stone to the door.”

“I don’t know if—”

“Otherwise, we will have to go get him,” the man said.

She hesitated a moment, then said, “Wait here.”

She stepped back and started to close the door, but one man had already slipped into the hall. He stood near the door, erect and very polite, with his hat in his hand. “I’ll just wait here, ma’am,” he said, and smiled at her.

She walked back to the party, trying to show nothing to the guests. Everyone was still talking and laughing; the room was noisy and dense with smoke. She found Jeremy in a corner, in the midst of some argument about riots. She touched his shoulder, and he disengaged himself from the group.

“I know this sounds funny,” she said, “but there is some kind of Army man in the hall, and another outside, and two others with guns out on the lawn. They say they want to see you.”

For a moment, Stone looked surprised, and then he nodded. “I’ll take care of it,” he said. His attitude annoyed her; he seemed almost to be expecting it.

“Well, if you knew about this, you might have told—”

“I didn’t,” he said. “I’ll explain later.”

He walked out to the hallway, where the officer was still waiting. She followed her husband.

Stone said, “I am Dr. Stone.”

“Captain Morton,” the man said. He did not offer to shake hands. “There’s a fire, sir.”

“All right,” Stone said. He looked down at his dinner jacket. “Do I have time to change?”

“I’m afraid not, sir.”

To her astonishment, Allison saw her husband nod quietly. “All right.”

He turned to her and said, “I’ve got to leave.” His face was blank and expressionless, and it seemed to her like a nightmare, his face like that, while he spoke. She was confused, and afraid.

“When will you be back?”

“I’m not sure. A week or two. Maybe longer.”

She tried to keep her voice low, but she couldn’t help it, she was upset. “What is it?” she said. “Are you under arrest?”

“No,” he said, with a slight smile. “It’s nothing like that. Make my apologies to everyone, will you?”

“But the guns—”

“Mrs. Stone,” the military man said, “it’s our job to protect your husband. From now on, nothing must be allowed to happen to him.”

“That’s right,” Stone said. “You see, I’m suddenly an important person.” He smiled again, an odd, crooked smile, and gave her a kiss.

And then, almost before she knew what was happening, he was walking out the door, with Captain Morton on one side of him and the other man on the other. The man with the rifle wordlessly fell into place behind them; the man by the car saluted and opened the door.

Then the car lights came on, and the doors slammed shut, and the car backed down the drive and drove off into the night. She was still standing by the door when one of her guests came up behind her and said, “Allison, are you all right?”

And she turned, and found she was able to smile and say, “Yes, it’s nothing. Jeremy had to leave. The lab called him: another one of his late-night experiments going wrong.”