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CHAPTER NINE
ON NEW YEAR'S EVE, Geoffrey Fourmyle of Ceres made his onslaught on society. He appeared first in Canberra at the Government House ball, half an hour before midnight. This was a highly formal affair, bursting with color and pageantry, for it was the custom at formals for society to wear the evening dress that had been fashionable the year its clan was founded or its trademark patented.
Thus, the Morses (Telephone and Telegraph) wore nineteenth century frock coats and their women wore Victorian hoop skirts. The Skodas (Powder amp; Guns) harked back to the late eighteenth century, wearing Regency tights and crinolines. The daring Peenemundes (Rockets amp; Reactors), dating from the 1920's, wore tuxedos, and their women unashamedly revealed legs, arms, and necks in the décolleté of antique Worth and Mainbocher gowns.
Fourmyle of Ceres appeared in evening clothes, very modern and very black, relieved only by a white sunburst on his shoulder, the trademark of the Ceres clan. With him was Robin Wednesbury in a glittering white gown, her slender waist tight in whalebone, the bustle of the gown accentuating her long, straight back and graceful step.
The black and white contrast was so arresting that an orderly was sent to check the sunburst trademark in the Almanac of Peerages and Patents. He returned with the news that it was of the Ceres Mining Company, organized m 2250 for the exploitation of the mineral resources of Ceres, Pallos, and Vesta. The resources had never manifested themselves and the House of Ceres had gone into eclipse but had never become extinct. Apparently it was now being revived.
«Fourmyle? The clown?»
«Yes. The Four Mile Circus. Everybody's talking about him.»
«Is that the same man?»
«Couldn't be. He looks human.»
Society clustered around Fourmyle, curious but wary.
«Here they come,» Foyle muttered to Robin.
«Relax. They want the light touch. They'll accept anything if it's amusing. Stay tuned.»
«Are you that dreadful man with the circus, Fourmyle?»
«Sure you are. Smile.»
«I am, madam. You may touch me.»
«Why, you actually seem proud. Are you proud of your bad taste?»
«The problem today is to have any taste at all.»
«The problem today is to have any taste at all. I think I'm lucky.»
«Lucky but dreadfully indecent.»
«Indecent but not dull.»
«And dreadful but delightful. Why aren't you cavorting now?»
«I'm 'under the influence,' Madam.»
«Oh dear. Are you drunk? I'm Lady Shrapnel. When will you be sober again?»
«I'm under your influence, Lady Shrapnel.»
«You wicked young man. Charles! Charles, come here and save Fourmyle. I'm ruining him.»
«That's Victor of RCA Victor.»
«Fourmyle, is it? Delighted. What's that entourage of yours cost?»
«Tell him the truth.»
«Forty thousand, Victor.»
«Good Lord! A week?»
«A day.»
«A day! What on earth d'you want to spend all that money for?»
«The truth!»
«For notoriety, Victor.»
«Ha! Are you serious?»
«I told you he was wicked, Charles.»
«Damned refreshing. Klaus! Here a moment. This impudent young man is spending forty thousand a day. . . for notoriety, if you please.»
«Skoda of Skoda.»
«Good evening, Fourmyle. I am much interested in this revival of the name. You are, perhaps, a cadet descendant of the original founding board of Ceres, Inc.?»
«Give him the truth.»
«No, Skoda. It's a title by purchase. I bought the company. I'm an upstart.»
«Good. Toujours de l'audace!»
«My word, Fourmyle! You're frank.»
«Told you he was impudent. Very refreshing. There's a parcel of damned upstarts about, young man, but they don't admit it. Elizabeth, come and meet Fourmyle of Ceres.»
«Fourmyle! I've been dying to meet you.»
«Lady Elizabeth Citroen.»
«Is it true you travel with a portable college?»
«The light touch here.»
«A portable high school, Lady Elizabeth.»
«But why on earth, Fourmyle?»
«Oh, madam, it's so difficult to spend money these days. We have to find the silliest excuses. If only someone would invent a new extravagance.»
«You ought to travel with a portable inventor, Fourmyle.»
«I've got one. Haven't I, Robin? But he wastes his time on perpetual motion. What I need is a resident spendthrift. Would any of your clans care to lend me a younger son?»
«Would any of us care to!? There's many a clan would pay for the privilege of unloading.»
«Isn't perpetual motion spendthrift enough for you, Fourmyle?»
«No. It's a shocking waste of money. The whole point of extravagance is to act like a fool and feel like a fool, but enjoy it. Where's the joy in perpetual motion? Is there any extravagance in entropy? Millions for nonsense but not one cent for entropy. My slogan.»
They laughed and the crowd clustering around Fourmyle grew. They were delighted and amused. He was a new toy. Then it was midnight, and as the great clock tolled in the New Year, the gathering prepared to jaunte with midnight around the world.
«Come with us to Java, Fourmyle. Regis Sheffield's giving a marvelous legal party. We're going to play 'Sober The Judge.»
«Hong Kong, Fourmyle.»
«Tokyo, Fourmyle. It's raining in Hong Kong. Come to Tokyo and bring your Circus.»
«Thank you, no. Shanghai for me. The Soviet Duomo. I promise an extravagant reward to the first one who discovers the deception of my costume. Meet you all in two hours. Ready, Robin?»
«Don't jaunte. Bad ma
«Now what we came to Canberra for.»
«I thought we came for the ball.»
«The ball and a man named Forrest.»
«Who's that?»
«Ben Forrest, spaceman off the 'Vorga.' I've got three leads to the man who gave the order to let me die. Three names. A cook in Rome named Poggi; a quack in Shanghai named Orel; and this man, Forrest. This is a combined operation . . . society and search. Understand?»
«I understand.»
«We've got two hours to rip Forrest open. D'you know the co-ordinates of the Aussie Ca
«I don't want any part of your 'Vorga' revenge. I'm searching for my family.»
«This is a combined operation . . . every way,» he said with such detached savagery that she winced and at once jaunted. When Foyle arrived in his tent in the Four Mile Circus on Jervis Beach, she was already changing into travel clothes. Foyle looked at her. Although he forced her to live in his tent for security reasons, he had never touched her again. Robin caught his glance, stopped changing and waited.
He shook his head. «That's all finished.»
«How interesting. You've given up rape?»
«Get dressed,» he said, controlling himself. «Tell them they've got two hours to get the camp up to Shanghai.»
It was twelve-thirty when Foyle and Robin arrived at the front office of the Aussie Ca
«Happy New Year,» he caroled. «Happy! Happy! Happy! Visiting? A pleasure to drive you around. Permit me.» He bundled them into a lush helicopter and took off. «Lots of visitors tonight. Ours is a friendly town. Friendliest company town in the world.» The plane circled giant buildings. «That's our ice palace . . . Swimming baths on the left . . . Big dome is the ski jump. Snow all year 'round . . . Tropical gardens under that glass roof. Palms, parrots, orchids, fruit. There's our market . . . theater got our own broadcasting company, too. 3D-5S. Take a look at the football stadium. Two of our boys made All-American this year. Turner at Right Rockne and Otis at Left Thorpe.»