This Day All Gods Die (8 page)

Frowning at his DA director, Warden pursued, "In other words, Mr. Fane, you're sure the security breach which put legitimate id in the hands of three recent kazes didn't come from Nathan Alt? Directly or indirectly?"

"That's right," Fane replied as if his credibility were intact. "You have a traitor on your hands. That's obvious. But he isn't here."

No doubt Fane meant in Holt Fasner's employ, either in his Home Office or in the UMC.

"Thank you, Mr. Fane," Warden said sharply. "That's all."

With a decisive stab of his finger, he toggled his intercom to end the First Executive Assistant's call.

Then he faced Hashi. His hands clenched each other on the desktop as if—

literally as well as metaphorically—

he

needed to keep a grip on himself. His single eye caught the light like the wink of a cutting laser. Hope or fury beat visibly in the veins at his temples.

"All right, Director Lebwohl," he said harshly. "We've heard what Cleatus Fane has to say. What does it prove?"

Koina and Chief Mandich studied Hashi with their separate forms of incomprehension. Confusion appeared to aggravate the Chief's resentment. Perhaps he was irritated because he thought that Hashi's insistence on speaking to Fane wasted time. But Koina's bafflement was of a different kind. Hashi saw her as a woman whose primary assumptions prevented her from understanding what she heard.

"Ah, 'prove,' " he answered Warden. "Nothing, I fear.

We remain in the realm of the tenuous and circumstantial"—

Werner Heisenberg's rich domain—

"despite the First Execu-

tive Assistant's generous confirmation. Nevertheless I believe that my conclusions are substantial. They will hold."

Warden didn't hesitate. "What are your conclusions?"

Hashi spread his hands as if to show that they were empty of subterfuge or misdirection. Enunciating each word distinctly, he announced, "That these recent kazes have been sent against us by none other than the UMC CEO himself, Holt Fasner."

With one forefinger the DA director pushed his glasses up on his nose to disguise the fact that he was keenly proud of himself.

to stun the room like a silent

concussion. Then Chief Mandich demanded, "What?"

Tensely Koina asked, "Hashi, are you sure?"

The DA director gave them no reply. He reserved his clarity for Warden Dios.

"No doubt," he elaborated, "the conspiracy was carried out by Cleatus Fane—

and to some extent by Nathan Alt. Nev-

ertheless it derives both its authority and its intent from the great worm in his lair."

Now both Koina and Mandich kept silent, awaiting Warden's reaction.

Warden allowed himself a long, slow breath. Some of the tension appeared to recede from his frame. Relief, perhaps? Or defeat? Hashi couldn't tell which. He could only trust that he had at last begun to grasp the UMCP director's game.

Quietly Warden asked, "How do you figure that?"

He had authorized Koina Hannish to reveal how passage of the Preempt Act had been obtained. He had instructed her to admit Angus Thermopyle's innocence—

and Morn Hyland's

knowledge of that innocence. Hashi could think of no explanation except that Warden had decided to attempt the Dragon's downfall.

The DA director intended to give him every possible aid.

"Of the kaze who attacked Captain Vertigus," he began, seeking precision so that everyone would see that his logic was seamless, "nothing is known. Prior to the agreement recently negotiated by Director Hannish—

the agreement which has as-

signed temporary responsibility for GCES Security to Chief Mandich—

we lacked investigative jurisdiction. Therefore I admit frankly that any connection between that assault and those on Godsen Frik and the GCES must remain purely speculative.

We will not be able to 'prove' it.

"The other two are another matter. There our jurisdiction was plain. Within the limits imposed by events, our opportunity to investigate has been unimpeded."

He paused to sort oblique strands of inference, then continued.

"Lane Harbinger has already justified my faith in her many times over." Confidence sharpened the habitual wheeze of his voice. "One notable example is germane. As my recent reports indicate, she has been able to recognize and preserve a minute fragment of a SOD-CMOS chip from the credentials of the kaze who slew poor Godsen Frik." Hashi made no effort to pretend that his grief for the former PR director was sincere. "From this fragment she has contrived to extract data.

"Need I explain why this achievement is remarkable?"

He glanced at Chief Mandich's blunt resentment; returned his gaze to Warden. "Perhaps not.

"The data is as fragmentary as the chip," he resumed.

"Nevertheless it, too, is recognizable. Specifically Lane has identified strings of source-code which demonstrate, first, that the chip is one of ours, legitimately manufactured for us by Anodyne Systems, and second, that the chip was of recent production. The source-code is current as well as correct. It shows no indications of patching or other alteration.

"This coincides with what Lane has determined from her physical analysis of the chip."

Gradually Hashi's manner expanded to match his subject.

"As you know, for credentials to pass scrutiny they need only be correct. Patched chips are correct. Nevertheless their source-codes are not current. If they were, they would not require patching."

QED.

"Sadly, this demonstrates little where our Godsen's killer is concerned. If his credentials were recently issued—

too re-

cently to have required the patch of which FEA Fane spoke—

they would be both current and correct.

"However, Clay Imposs' credentials in Nathan Alt's possession are altogether more revealing."

Hashi smiled to remind Warden—

as well as Koina and

Mandich—

that he himself had preserved those credentials at the hazard of his own life.

Chief Mandich couldn't contain himself. He must have loathed hearing Hashi lecture. "How so?" he demanded. "I don't get it. If they were correct enough to pass, who cares how current they are?"

Hashi allowed his tone to sharpen. "The benign Cleatus Fane helpfully assures us that Nathan Alt was fired six weeks ago. Further, he assures us that substantial precautions were taken to guarantee that Nathan Alt could not betray Anodyne Systems. I am certain that his statements will be confirmed by Anodyne Systems' records, as well as by those of the Dragon's Home Office.

"Yet I am also certain that the First Executive Assistant is lying to us.

"Clay Imposs was a sergeant for GCES Security. To attain his rank, he had served that organization for several years." Hashi wished to appear calm; as stolid as his director.

Nevertheless he couldn't stifle the throb of his excitement.

"Therefore his id tag and clearance badge would naturally have been patched six weeks ago. And yet the source-code in his credentials is both correct and current."

Lane and her assistants could not be mistaken on such a point.

Koina caught her breath sharply. Mandich murmured an obscenity between his teeth like a man who was beginning to understand.

Warden waited without expression for Hashi to go.

"As I have explained," Hashi stated, "those credentials are a composite of his id and Nathan Alt's. But such a confla-tion could only have been performed by someone with perfect access to the code engines themselves. It is a complete fabrication, which only an intimate knowledge of the code engines could have made possible.

"And yet the designers of those engines are ours," he concluded in triumph. "No one whom we did not assign has had access to the source-code—

except Nathan Alt."

The UMCP director nodded to himself. Despite the best Hashi could do, Warden still showed no surprise. Yet the easing of tension in the muscles around his eye suggested emotions which pleased Hashi more than any amount of surprise: relief; gratification.

"Well done, Hashi," he murmured as if no one were listening. "I wouldn't have thought of that."

An elation like pride strained Hashi's chest until he wondered whether his old heart could bear it.

"Wait a minute," Koina put in quickly. "You think Alt went on working for Cleatus Fane after Fane says he was fired.

How can he lie about something like that? Even if the records were changed, wouldn't our people—

the designers who

worked with Alt—

wouldn't they be able to testify that the records are wrong, that Alt wasn't fired six weeks ago?"

Hashi offered no reply. Instead he waited for Chief Mandich to speak.

The chief chewed bitterness for a moment. Then he said gruffly, "No. I'm afraid not."

Warden knew this as well as Hashi did. Like Hashi, however, he left the explanation to Mandich.

"We take every precaution we can think of to protect that work," the Chief growled. "It's all done from remote terminals by secure link to dedicated computers at Anodyne. First the link has to be established. Those are Administration codes.

Then the remote terminal has to match the system protocols.

DA supplies the codes for that. Then the terminal operator has to gain access. We"—

ED Security—

"control those codes.

"It's not just that the code designers never even see each other. They don't have any way of knowing who else has access—

who they're working with. Alt could have been fired years ago. He could have been working there yesterday. The design teams wouldn't know the difference."

In disgust he added, "It's supposed to be safer that way."

Koina wasn't satisfied, however. "But for Fane to tell a lie like that—

" she protested. "It's still too dangerous. He must have known he would be caught."

"On the contrary"—

at last Hashi turned away from War-

den to face the PR director—

"from his perspective it must be

inconceivable that he would be caught.

"Where could he have imagined that the evidence against him might be obtained? By their very nature, kazes destroy evidence. He could hardly have predicted that even a tiny fragment of Godsen's killer's id would survive for Lane's detection. Surely he must have assumed—

anyone would have

assumed—

that Nathan Alt's remains, so thoroughly smashed in such a public place, would leave nothing to be discovered.

"With Captain Alt himself dead, what remains to expose Cleatus Fane's falsehood?

"He did not see me acquire Captain Alt's credentials."

Hashi suppressed an inclination to congratulate himself. "He could not. I stood between him and his kaze. And I took considerable pains to conceal what I had done."

When Hashi had cast himself headlong down the tiers of frightened aides and Members, he had accumulated a number of bruises. His lean frame was unaccustomed to such insults.

"Finally," he told Koina, "you must understand that Cleatus Fane had not meant his kaze to be exposed. He intended to apply the signal which would inspire Captain Alt to release the triggering coenzyme while Alt was near enough to be a threat—

but not near enough to harm Fane's own person.

"If indeed records have been prepared to show that Nathan Alt was fired six weeks ago, they only confirm that the First Executive Assistant is lying."

"Damn it." Chief Mandich was convinced. In two strides he reached the edge of Warden's desk. Pointing at the intercom, he said, "Director, with your permission, I'll call GCES

Security. Tell them to arrest that oily sonofabitch. Maybe we can't prove he set Alt off, but we can make damn sure"—

Fane's words again—

"he doesn't cause any more trouble."

Warden shook his head decisively. "No.

"As you say, we can't prove anything. And if we could, Holt would just disavow it—

let us have Fane, and concentrate

on looking innocent himself.

"What we can do," the UMCP director added, "is avoid telling him we know what he's done. That might give us an advantage."

Hashi noted that Warden didn't specify what the advantage might be.

"Yes, sir." Scowling his frustration, the Chief retreated.

"I'm sorry." Koina leaned forward urgently in her seat.

Hashi suspected that only her professional poise kept her from rising to her feet. "It still doesn't make sense. There's something you seem to have forgotten.

"You're telling me Fane did all this to stop the Bill of Severance. You assume he knew Captain Vertigus was going to introduce that Bill. You might as well assume he knew what I was going to say when he asked us to support him.

"How did he know? How could he possibly have found out what Captain Vertigus had in mind?"

A frown concentrated her luminous gaze. "Captain Vertigus didn't ask for an extraordinary session and Member's privilege until after he was attacked. Why did Fane send a kaze to try to stop something that for all we know Captain Vertigus didn't think of until later?"

Chief Mandich's eyes widened. He appeared to shudder like a man who was being sickened by uncertainty.

Hashi pursed his lips as if to say, Good question. In fact, however, the swirl of inferences in his head had left such issues behind a while ago. He strove to appear noncommittal because he wanted to hear how Warden would reply.

Still the UMCP director exposed nothing; kept his game hidden. He acknowledged the importance.of Koina's question only by leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

"You're the one with the answers here, Hashi," he said impersonally. "Go ahead. Tell Koina what you think is going on."

Hashi was glad that Warden no longer insisted on calling him "Director Lebwohl." On the other hand, he would have valued more highly some confirmation that he had indeed plumbed his director's intentions.

Obviously no confirmation was forthcoming. That in turn spun new implications which pushed Hashi's comprehension further.