He lost his balance and fell headlong down the stairs to collapse in an unconscious heap upon the floor, his pants around his knees.
Mongoose bent over him for a moment, then straightened. 'Well, he's alive,' he said. 'It's a miracle he didn't bust his head open.' He glanced up the stairs toward D'Artagnan's room, then back down at the senseless Gascon. 'Looks like Madame Bonacieux is going to have some explaining to do,' he said. 'You had the house bugged,' Lucas said. Mongoose sighed. 'Priest, you seem to be a master of stating the obvious.'
'How did you know to bug D'Artagnan?'
'I had D'Artagnan's house bugged, I had Athos, Aramis, and Porthos bugged, I had Treville bugged, and I had Richelieu's private chambers bugged,' said Mongoose. 'The king and queen haven't been able to fart without my knowing about it and I've had Buckingham under surveillance in London. I'm not here to fool around, Priest, I'm here to stop a terrorist plot. Now if you gentlemen don't mind, we've got work to do. Let's go.'
They were taken to an unassuming house on the Rue Servadoni, one of several places the agency had established as safehouses. There were no other tenants and the landlord had been given a long vacation in the country. One of the agents made them coffee and brought them cigarettes, which they gratefully accepted.
'Looks like you blew it, Mata Hari,' Finn said. 'You had everyone under surveillance except the one person who really mattered. Milady was a natural, right? A perfect pawn for the terrorists to use. It was so obvious, I'll bet you figured they wouldn't come within a mile of her.'
'You're becoming very tiresome, Delaney,' Mongoose said.
'I love you too, sweetheart.'
'Your constant efforts to provoke me are not going to succeed,' he said. 'I have a job to do and, for that matter, so do you. When it's over, I'll be more than happy to accommodate your barroom instincts, but until then, put a lid on it.'
Finn nodded. 'You've a date, friend.'
'And you've just bought yourself a long stay in the hospital, assuming you survive the next few days,' said Mongoose. 'As a matter of fact, you're wrong about Milady, or Taylor, as the case may be. I had her house bugged. You know what I got? A lot of stupid chatter with gentleman callers about the weather, fashion, court intrigue and other senseless babble. I had my men move in tonight. Know what they found?'
'A lot of prerecorded conversations,' Lucas said. 'Taylor anticipated you.'
'Exactly. In that sense, I'm willing to concede your point, Delaney. I did blow it. Taylor put in an appearance every now and then and did some entertaining to keep up the illusion, but no real business was ever conducted in that house. I must admit, I never even considered the fact that he might have killed the real Milady de Winter and taken her place. It was a master stroke.'
'What about Bennett?' Lucas said.
'What about him? He ceased being an important factor once we heard what we needed to know.'
'I'm just interested to know what you would have done with him if he hadn't fired on your men. Or was that the whole purpose of busting in like that, to provoke him?'
'Now what would have been the point in that?' said Mongoose. 'If he hadn't been a suicidal fool, I'd have placed him under arrest and clocked him out and he'd still be alive.'
'You mean he'd be alive to be interrogated for the purpose of tracking down as many members of the underground as he kept in touch with,' Lucas said.
'You surprise me, Priest. I wouldn't have thought that you had any sympathy for deserters. Besides, that would be none of my concern. It would've had nothing to do with the job at hand. Thanks to Bennett, it's almost over now. There's only one thing left for you to do.'
'Let me guess,' said Finn. 'You want us to go along to London with the musketeers, just to make sure everything runs smoothly.'
'That shouldn't be too hard,' said Mongoose. 'I'll have things covered from both ends. I've got my people in position both here and in London and you'll be covered from the air en route.'
'From the air!' said Finn.
'That's right. I'll have two agents equipped with Airborne issue floater paks doing recon for you.'
'That should work just fine so long as nobody looks up,' said Finn.
'The risk is negligible. Suppose one of the musketeers does spot them? So what? You think anyone is going to take them seriously if they come back with stories about flying people? They're not exactly known for their sobriety. Our primary concern is to prevent the split. Everything else is of secondary importance. You'll be equipped with miniature comsets that will enable you to keep in contact with the recon party. Our man in London is prepared for your arrival there, so if Taylor doesn't make his move before then, he'll be picking you up and giving you your instructions. You will also be issued lasers. It should be a piece of cake.'
'Except for just one little thing,' said Finn. 'Taylor still has that chronoplate.'
Mongoose grinned. 'Well, you didn't want it too easy, did you?'
'I was just wondering what you intended to do in case Taylor and company decided that they'd reached the point of diminishing returns and skipped out to another time period,' said Lucas. 'You've never quite answered that to my satisfaction.'
'There's always that risk, of course,' said Mongoose. 'But from what I know of Taylor, I'm willing to bet that he'll take it right down to the wire. He'll exhaust every possibility before he gives up on his operation. He'll use that chronoplate to try and outmaneuver us in this time period before he attempts to escape to another one.'
'Suppose he does?' said Lucas.
'If he does, he'll find it very difficult to mount another operation,' Mongoose said. 'He'll need more financing and more manpower.' Mongoose smiled. 'A short while ago tonight, one of my men clocked out with a recorded testimony, in Jack Bennett's own words, proving conclusively that there has been and continues to be a link between the underground, the Timekeepers and the Temporal Preservation League. That, added to the other evidence we've gathered, will constitute all the proof the Referee Corps needs to order the arrest and interrogation of every known member of the Temporal Preservation League. The interrogation sessions will result in all the others being rounded up, as well. It will break the back of the anti-war effort.'
'And result in the arrest, interrogation… what is that term you people use? Oh, yes. Interrogation with extreme prejudice,' said Finn. 'It will mean the arrest, re-education and forcible induction of a lot of innocent people whose only crime was in disagreeing with temporal policy. That will make things very convenient for the Referee Corps, won't it? They'll be able to draft all their political enemies.'
'That shouldn't bother you, Delaney,' Mongoose said. 'After all, you're already in the service, aren't you?'
The door opened and an agent entered, very out of breath.
'She got away,' he said.
'What? What happened?'
'She got Zebra with that damn laser,' said the agent. 'I hit the dirt when she fired and when I got up, she was gone.'
'You idiot,' said Mongoose. 'Get out there and find her! I want her wasted, you understand?'
'Seems like you've thought of everything, Mongoose,' said Delaney. 'Now all you've got to worry about is a displaced person on the loose in Paris with a laser.'
'She won't be on the loose for long,' the agent said, grimly.
'I wouldn't know about that,' Lucas said. 'We ran into her on our last mission in 12th-century England and she struck me as being extremely capable. Jack Bennett was the only friend she had in this time period. How do you think she feels about the people who killed him?'
'Are you seriously suggesting that she'd try to take us on?' said Mongoose. He laughed. 'In that case, she's as good as dead. We haven't got anything to worry about.'
'Just the same,' said Lucas, 'I'd watch my back if I were you.'
'I'm telling you, we have to get out now,' said Jimmy Darcy. 'They got Tonio. They must know everything by now! It's over, Adrian!'
'Don't be silly, Jimmy,' said Milady, smiling faintly. 'Nothing is over. Adrian knows what he's doing.'
'Stop it! Stop it! Christ, Adrian, you're losing it! You're not Milady, for God's sake!'
