“Now, Mallory,” said Sir Francis, “as no one knows the climbing team better than you, we’d be interested to hear who you think will accompany you on the final assault.”
“I won’t be able to answer that question, Mr. Chairman, until I know who has acclimatized best to the conditions. But if I were to make a calculated guess, I’ve pencilled in Odell and Somervell”-Hinks allowed a smile to cross his face-“as the back-up team. However, I have only ever considered one man to be the obvious choice for the final climb, and that’s Finch.”
No one around the table spoke. Raeburn lit another cigar, and Ashcroft stared at his agenda. It was left to Sir Francis to break the embarrassing silence. He turned to Hinks and said, “But I thought-”
“Yes, Mr. Chairman,” said Hinks. Looking across the table at George, the secretary said, “I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible, Mallory.”
“And why not?” asked George.
“Because Finch will not be a member of the climbing party. Two of the Alpine Club’s recommendations failed the medical. One of them was Kenwright, the other was Finch.”
“But there must be some mistake,” said George. “I’ve rarely come across a fitter man in all my years of climbing.”
“I can assure you, Mallory, there is no mistake,” said Hinks, extracting a sheet of paper from his file. “I have Dr. Lampton’s report to hand, and it would appear that Finch has a perforated eardrum, which Lampton believes could cause dizziness and vomiting, and would prevent him from climbing for sustained periods at very high altitude.”
“It’s a pity that Dr. Lampton hasn’t stood by Finch’s side on the top of Mont Blanc or the Matterhorn,” said Young. “If he had, he would have been able to record that he didn’t have as much as a nosebleed.”
“That may well be,” said Hinks. “However-”
“Don’t forget, Mr. Hinks,” said George, “that Finch is the only member of the team who has extensive knowledge of the use of oxygen.”
“But-correct me if I am wrong, Mallory-when we last met you were opposed to the very idea of using oxygen,” said Hinks.
“You’re right, and I still am,” said George. “But if I were to discover, having reached 27,000 feet, that not one member of my team was able to place one foot in front of the other, I might be willing to reconsider my position.”
“Norton and Odell have also stated that they do not believe oxygen will prove necessary for the final climb.”
“Norton and Odell have never been higher than 15,000 feet,” said Young. “They might also be forced to change their minds.”
“Perhaps I should point out to you, Mallory,” said Hinks, “that Finch’s medical condition was not the only factor that influenced the Society’s decision.”
“It wasn’t the Society’s decision to make,” said Young angrily. “Sir Francis and I agreed that the Alpine Club would submit the names of the climbing party, and the committee would not question its recommendations.”
“That may well have been the case,” said Hinks. “However, we have since discovered that when we interviewed Finch for the position of climbing leader, he lied to this committee.”
Both Mallory and Young were momentarily silenced, which allowed Hinks to continue uninterrupted.
“When Mr. Raeburn asked Finch if he was a married man, he informed this committee that he was a widower.” Young bowed his head. “That turns out not to be the case, as I found to my dismay when Mrs. Finch wrote to assure me that she is alive and well.” Hinks extracted a letter from his file. “The committee may wish to place on record the final paragraph of her letter,” he added solemnly.
Mallory pursed his lips. Young, however, did not appear to be surprised.
“‘George and I were divorced some two years ago,’” read Hinks, “‘and I’m sorry to have to inform your committee that a third party was involved.’”
“The rotter,” said Ashcroft.
“Not a man to be trusted,” said Raeburn.
“Frankly,” said George, ignoring both of them, “if we do manage to reach 27,000 feet, it isn’t going to matter much if my climbing partner is a divorcee, a widower, or even a bigamist, because I can assure you, Mr. Hinks, no one will notice whether he is wearing a wedding ring.”
“Let me try to understand what you’re saying, Mallory,” said Hinks, going red in the face. “Are you telling this committee that you would climb the last 2,000 feet of Mount Everest with anyone, provided that you were able to reach the summit?”
“Anyone,” said George without hesitation.
“Even a German?” said Hinks quietly.
“Even the devil,” replied George.
“I say, old chap,” said Ashcroft, “don’t you think that was uncalled for?”
“Not as uncalled for as dying an unnecessary death five thousand miles from home because I didn’t have the right climbing partner,” said George.
“I am quite happy to record your strongly held feelings in the minutes, Mallory,” said Hinks, “but our decision on Finch is final.”
George was silent for a moment. “Then you can also record in the minutes, Mr. Hinks, my resignation as climbing leader and as a member of this committee.” Several of those around the table began to speak at once, but George ignored them, and added, “I am not willing to leave my wife and children for at least six months to take part in a mission that failed simply because it left its finest climber behind.”
Sir Francis had to raise his voice to make himself heard above the tumult that followed. “Gentlemen, gentlemen,” he said, tapping the side of his brandy glass with a pencil. “It is clear that we have reached an impasse that can be resolved only in one way.”
“What do you have in mind, Mr. Chairman?” asked Hinks suspiciously.
“We shall have to take a vote.”
“But I haven’t had time to prepare the necessary ballot papers,” blustered Hinks.
“Ballot papers won’t be necessary,” said Sir Francis. “After all, it’s a simple enough decision. Is Finch to be included in the climbing party or not?” Hinks sank back in his chair, struggling to conceal a smile.
“Very well,” said Sir Francis. “Will those members in favor of Finch being included in the climbing party please raise their hands.”
Mallory and Young immediately put up their hands, and to everyone’s surprise General Bruce joined them.
“Those against?” said the chairman.
Hinks, Raeburn, and Ashcroft raised their hands without hesitation.
“That’s three votes each,” said Hinks, recording the decision in his minute book. “Which leaves you, Mr. Chairman, with the casting vote.”
Everyone around the table turned toward Sir Francis. He considered his position for a few moments before saying, “I cast my vote in favor of Finch.”
Hinks held his pen poised above the minute book, seemingly unable to record the chairman’s vote. “Mr. Chairman,” he said, “for the record, may we know what caused you to reach this decision?”
“Most certainly,” said Sir Francis. “It won’t be me being asked to risk my life when Mallory reaches 27,000 feet.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
THE LITTLE BRASS bell above the door rang.
“Good morning, Mr. Pink,” said George as he entered Ede & Ravenscroft.
“Good morning, Mr. Mallory. How may I assist you on this occasion, sir?”
George leaned across the counter. “I’ve just been selected as a member of the climbing party for the expedition to Everest,” he whispered.
“How very interesting, Mr. Mallory,” said the manager. “We haven’t had any other customers planning a holiday
