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«However,» Jubal went on, «that message placed Ben at Paoli Flat at ten thirty-four on Thursday. Jill, it was not sent from there.»
«But — »
«One moment. Messages are either handed in or telephoned. If handed over the counter, the customer can have facsimile transmission of handwriting and signature … but if filed by phone, it has to be typed before it can be photographed.»
«Yes, of course.»
«Doesn't that suggest anything, Jill?»
«Uh … Jubal, I'm so worried I can't think.»
«Quit breast-beating; it wouldn't have suggested anything to me, either. But the pro working for me is a sneaky character; he went to Paoli with a statprint faked from the photograph taken under Kilgallen's nose — and with credentials that made it appear that he was “Osbert Kilgallen,” the addressee. Then, with his fatherly ma
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«Boss, you're getting morbid.»
«Not me. Everybody else. See that I write it next week. Now vanish; I'm busy.» He turned to Gillian. «She noticed Ben's name — thrilled because she was speaking to one of her heroes … but was irked because Ben hadn't paid for vision as well as voice. Oh, she remembers … and she remembers that the service was paid for by cash from a public booth — in Washington.»
«“In Washington”?» repeated Jill. «Why would Ben call from — »
«Of course!» Jubal agreed pettishly. «If he's at a booth in Washington, he can have voice and vision with his assistant, cheaper, easier, and quicker than he could phone a message to be sent back to Washington from a hundred miles away. It doesn't make sense. Or it makes just one kind. Hanky-panky. Ben is as used to hanky-panky as a bride is to kisses. He didn't get to be the best winchell in the business through playing his cards face up.»
«Ben is not a winchell! He's a lippma
«Sorry, I'm colorblind in that range. He might have believed that his phone was tapped but his statprinter was not. Or suspected that both were tapped — and used this round-about relay to convince whoever was tapping him that he was away and would not be back soon.» Jubal frowned. «In that case we would do him no favor by finding him. We might endanger his life.»
«Jubal! No!»
«Jubal, yes,» he answered wearily. «That boy skates close to the edge; that's how he made his reputation. Jill, Ben has never tackled a more dangerous assignment. If he disappeared voluntarily — do you want to call attention to the fact? Kilgallen has him covered, Ben's column appears every day. I've made it my business to know.»
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«Of course. Or perhaps Kilgallen is writing them. In any case, Ben Caxton is still officially on his soap box. Perhaps he pla
Gillian covered her face. «Jubal… I don't know what to do!»
«Snap out of it,» he said gruffly. «The worst that can happen to him is death … and that we all are in for — in days, or weeks, or years. Talk to Mike. He regards “discorporation” as less to be feared than a scolding. Why, if I told Mike we were going to roast him for di
«I know,» Jill agreed in a small voice, «but I don't have his philosophical attitude.»
«Nor I,» Harshaw agreed cheerfully, «but I'm begi
«I don't know,» Jill answered dully. «I'm just worried about Ben.»
«So am I,» agreed Jubal. «Jill, I don't think Ben is hiding.»
«But you said — »
«Sorry. My snoops didn't limit themselves to Ben's office and Paoli Flat. On Thursday morning Ben called at Bethesda Medical Center with a lawyer and a Fair Witness — James Oliver Cavendish, in case you follow such things.»
«I don't, I'm afraid.»
«No matter. The fact that Ben retained Cavendish shows how serious he was; you don't hunt rabbits with elephant guns. They were taken to see the “Man from Mars” — »
Gillian gasped, then said, «That's impossible!»
«Jill, you're disputing a Fair Witness … and not just any Fair Witness. If Cavendish says it, it's gospel.»
«I don't care if he's the Twelve Apostles! He wasn't on my floor last Thursday morning!»
«You didn't listen. I didn't say that they were taken to see Mike — I said they were taken to the “Man from Mars.” The phony one, obviously — that fellow they stereovised.»
«Oh. Of course. And Ben caught them!»
Jubal looked pained. «Little girl, Ben did not catch them. Even Cavendish did not — at least he won't say so. You know how Fair Witnesses behave.»
«Well … no, I don't. I've never met one.»
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«Graduate, unlimited license, admitted to testify before the High Court. Sometime ask her why she gave up public practice. But don't plan anything else that day — the wench will recite the whole truth and nothing but the truth, which takes time. Back to Mr. Cavendish — Ben retained him for open witnessing, full disclosure, without enjoining privacy. So when Cavendish was questioned, he answered, in boring detail. The interesting part is what he does not say. He never states that the man they saw was not the Man from Mars … but not one word indicates that Cavendish accepted the exhibit as being the Man from Mars. If you knew Cavendish, this would be conclusive. If Cavendish had seen Mike, he would have reported with such exactness that you and I would know that he had seen Mike. For example, Cavendish reports the shape of this exhibit's ears … and it does not match Mike's ears. Q.E.D.; they were shown a phony. Cavendish knows it, though he is professionally restrained from giving opinions.»
«I told you. They never came near my floor.»
«But it tells us more. This occurred hours before you pulled your jail break; Cavendish sets their arrival in the presence of the phony at 9:14 Thursday morning. So the government had Mike under their thumb at that moment; they could have exhibited Mike. Yet they risked offering a phony to the most noted Fair Witness in the country. Why?»