passed me.
At the hotel I went right up to the ninth floor. I was in a very determined mood. Whether Rimeyer wanted to or not, he would have to tell me everything I wanted to know. As a matter of fact, I needed him now for other things as well. I needed a listener, and in this sunny bedlam I could talk openly only to him, so far. True, this was not the Rimeyer I had counted on, but this too had to be talked cut in the end…
The red-headed Oscar stood by the door to Rimeyer’s suite, and, seeing him, I slowed my steps. He was adjusting his tie, gazing pensively at the ceiling. He looked worried.
“Greetings,” I said — I had to start somehow.
He wiggled his eyebrows and looked me over, and I was aware that he remembered me. He said slowly, “How do you do.”
“You want to see Rimeyer, too?” l asked.
“Rimeyer is not feeling well,” he said. He stood hard by the door and apparently had no intention of letting me by.
“A pity,” I said, moving up on him. “And what is his problem?”
“He is feeling very bad.”
“Oh, oh!” I said. “Someone should have a look.”
I was now right up against Oscar. It was obvious he was not about to give way. My shoulder responded at once with a flare of pain.
“I am not sure it’s all that necessary,” he said.
“What do you mean? Is it really that bad?”
“Exactly. Very bad. And you shouldn’t bother him. Not today, or any other day!”
It seems I arrived in time, I thought, and hopefully not too late.
“Are you a relative of his?” I asked. My attitude was most peaceable.
He grinned.
“I am his friend. His closest friend in this town. A childhood friend, you might say.”
’This is most touching,” I said. “But I am his relative.
Same as a brother. Let’s go in together and see what his friend and brother can do for poor Rimeyer.”
“Maybe his brother has already done enough for Rimeyer.”
“Really now… I only arrived yesterday.”
“You wouldn’t, by any chance, have other brothers around here?”
“I don’t think there are any among your friends, with the exception of Rimeyer.”
While we were carrying on with this nonsense, I was studying him most carefully. He didn’t look too nimble a type — even considering my defective shoulder. But he kept his hands in his pockets all the time, and although I didn’t think he would risk shooting in the hotel, I was not of a mind to chance it. Especially as I had heard of quantum dischargers with limited range.
I have been told critically many times that my intentions are always clearly readable on my face. And Oscar was apparently an adequately keen observer. I was coming to the conclusion that he obviously did not have anything there at all, that the hands-in-the-pocket act was a bluff. He moved aside and said, “Go on in.”
We entered. Rimeyer was indeed in a bad way. He lay on the couch covered with a torn drape, mumbling in delirium. The table was overturned, a broken bottle stained the middle of the floor, and wet clothes were strewn all over the room. I approached Rimeyer and sat down by him so as not to lose sight of Oscar, who stood by the window, half-sitting on the sill.
Rimeyer’s eyes were open. I bent over him.
“Rimeyer,” I called. “It’s Ivan. Do you recognize me?”
He regarded me dully. There was a fresh cut on his chin under the stubble.
“So you got there already…” he muttered. “Don’t prolong the Fishers… doesn’t happen… don’t take it so hard…
bothered me a lot… I can’t stand…”
It was pure delirium. I looked at Oscar. He listened with interest, his neck stretched out.
“Bad when you wake up…” mumbled Rimeyer. “Nobody… wake up… they start… then they don’t wake up…”
I disliked Oscar more and more. I was annoyed that he should be hearing Rimeyer’s ravings. I didn’t like his being here ahead of me. And again, I didn’t like that cut on Rimeyer’s chin — it was quite fresh. How can I be rid of you, red-haired mug, I wondered.
“We should call a doctor,” I said. “Why didn’t you call a doctor, Oscar? I think it’s delirium tremens.”
I regretted the words immediately. To my considerable surprise, Rimeyer did not smell of alcohol at all, and Oscar apparently knew it. He grinned and said, “Delirium tremens? Are you sure?”
“We have to call a doctor at once,” I said. “Also, get a nurse.”
I put my hand on the phone. He jumped up instantly and put his hand on mine.
“Why should you do it?” he said. “Better let me call a doctor. You are new here and I know an excellent doctor.”
“Well, what kind of a doctor is he?” I objected, studying the cut on his knuckles — which was also quite new.
“An exemplary doctor. Just happens to be a specialist on the DT’s.”
Rimeyer said suddenly, “So I commanded…
We turned to look at him. He spoke haughtily, but his eyes were closed, and his face, draped in loose, gray skin, seemed pathetic. That swine Oscar, I thought, where does he get the gall to linger here? A sudden wild thought flashed through my head — it seemed at that moment exceedingly well conceived: to disable Oscar with a blow to the solar plexus, tie him up, and force him then and there to expose everything he knew. He probably knew quite a lot. Possibly everything. He looked at me, and in his pale eyes was a blend of fear and hatred.
“All right,” I said. “Let the hotel call the doctor.”
He removed his hand and I called service. While waiting for the doctor, I sat by Rimeyer, and Oscar walked from corner to corner, stepping over the liquor puddle. I followed him out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly he stooped and picked up something off the floor. Something small and multicolored.
“What have you got there?” I inquired indifferently.
He hesitated a bit and then threw a small flat box with a polychrome sticker on my knees.
“Ah!” I said, and looked at Oscar. “ Devon.”
” Devon,” he responded. “Strange that it’s here rather than in the bathroom.”
The devil, I thought. Maybe I was still too green to challenge him openly. I still knew but very little of this whole mess.
“Nothing strange about that,” I said at random. “I believe you distribute that repellent. It’s probably a sample which fell out of your pocket.”
“Out of my pocket?” He was astonished. “Oh, you think that I… But I finished my assignments a long time ago, and now I’m just taking it easy. But if you’re interested, I can be of some help.”
That s very interesting, I said. “I will consult -”
Unfortunately, the door flew open at this point, and a doctor accompanied by two nurses entered the room.
The doctor turned out to be a decisive individual. He gestured me off the couch and flung the drape off Rimeyer. He was completely naked.
“Well, of course,” said the doctor. “Again…”
He raised Rimeyer’s eyelid, pulled down his lower lip, and felt his pulse. “Nurse — cordeine! And call some chambermaids and have them clean out these stables till they shine.” He stood up and looked at me. “A relative?”
“Yes,” I said, while Oscar kept still.
“You found him unconscious?”
“He was delirious,” said Oscar.
“You carried him out here?”
Oscar hesitated.
