for a few hours.'
Trout's lips tightened in a wry grin. 'Let me start by saying that the island is not exactly a Club Med.'
He then laid out the story, from the Alvin's aborted dive on the Lost City to his escape and rescue.
Austin expected a snort of disbelief when Trout described his work on the Philosopher's Stone, but instead, Mayhew slapped his knee in an un-British display of emotion. 'This fits like a glove. I knew there was something big behind the scientists' deaths.'
'I'm afraid you've lost us,' Austin said.
'Pardon me. Several months ago, my department was called in to investigate a bizarre series of deaths involving a number of scientists.
The first was a fifty-year-old computer expert who went out to his garden toolshed, wrapped bare electrical wires around his chest, stuck a handkerchief in his mouth and plugged the wires into an outlet. No apparent motive for killing himself.'
Austin winced. 'Very creative.'
'That was only the beginning. Another scientist on his way home from a London party drove off a bridge. The police said his blood alcohol level far exceeded the legal level. But witnesses at the party said he had not been drinking and his relatives said the man never drank anything stronger than port. He'd throw up if he did. On top of that, someone had put old worn-out tires on his meticulously maintained Rover.'
'You're starting to interest me,' Austin said.
'Oh, it gets better. A thirty-five-year-old scientist ran a car filled with gas cans into a brick wall. Apparent suicide, the authorities said. Another chap was found under a bridge. Suicide again, the police said. Evidence of alcohol abuse and depression. Family said he never drank alcohol in his life, out of religious conviction, and that there was no depression. Here's another. Chap in his twenties ties one end of a nylon cord around his neck, the other end to a tree, gets back in the car and speeds off. Decapitation.'
'How many of these strange deaths did you investigate?'
'Around two dozen. All scientists.'
Austin let out a low whistle. 'What's the connection to the forbidden island?'
'None that we knew of at the time. A couple of the scientists were American, so we had a request from the U.S. embassy to look into it. Some MPs have asked for a full-scale inquiry. I was told to nose around and given a very small investigative staff, not to make a big thing of it, and report my findings directly to the prime minister's office.'
'Sounds as if the brass wasn't anxious to stir things up,' Austin said.
'Exactly my impression,' Mayhew said. 'Talked to the relatives and learned that all the dead men had formerly worked for the same research lab.'
MacLean's former employer?' Trout said.
'That's right. When we couldn't find MacLean we assumed he had met an untimely end or had something to do with the deaths of his colleagues. Now here he turns up on your island, dead unfortunately, thereby establishing the connection to the lab.'
Trout leaned forward in his chair. 'What was the nature of the research?'
'They were supposedly doing research into the human immune system at a facility in France. It was apparently a subsidiary of a larger, multinational corporation, but they did a good job of hiding ownership in layer after layer of straw companies, dummy corporations and overseas bank accounts. We're still trying to trace the line of ownership.'
'And if you do, you'll charge them with murdering those scientists,' Austin said.
'That's the least of it,' Mayhew said. 'From Dr. Trout's account, it seems that the work they were doing created those mutants and condemned them to a living death.'
'Let me sum up what we have so far,' Austin said. 'This lab employs scientists to work on a project to come up with the so-called Philosopher's Stone, an elixir based on ocean enzymes from the Lost City. The scientists are apparently successful in producing a formula that prolongs life, thereby ensuring their own premature deaths. Ma cLean escapes, but is brought back to lead a reconstituted scientific team to correct flaws in the formula. Flaws that produce awful mutations. Paul blunders into their mining operation and is drafted to work in their lab.'
'The pieces fit together like clockwork,' Mayhew said. 'May I ask you a question, Mr. Austin? Why didn't you contact the British authorities immediately with this information?'
'Let me answer that with a question of my own. Would you have believed me if I showed up at your door raving about red-eyed fiends?'
'Absolutely not,' Mayhew said.
'Thanks for being honest. You must know that it would have taken time going through regular channels. We felt that any delay might be fatal. Paul Trout is a friend as well as a colleague.'
'I can understand that. As I said, I'm acquainted with the work of your Special Assignments Team and know you were probably more than up to the task. I had to ask you the question because my superiors would ask it of me.'
Gamay said, 'Is anyone in your government going to investigate the island?'
'A naval ship is on its way,' Mayhew said. 'It's carrying a contingent of Royal Marines who will be sent ashore. They'll attempt to find this submarine, seal off the labs, and neutralize the guards and these mutants.'
'From what I saw, I doubt you'll find much left of the guards,' Trout said.
There was a moment of silence as Trout's words sank in, then Mayhew said, 'You had the most experience with these mutants, Dr. Trout. What was your impression?'
'They are savage, cannibalistic and incredibly strong. They are able to communicate, and judging from their raid on the Outcasts island, they can plan.' He paused, thinking about his encounter with the mutant in the Zoo. 'I don't think their essential human qualities have all been eliminated.'
Mayhew replied with an enigmatic smile. 'Fascinating. I think we're done here, but I wonder if you could spare a few more minutes. I have something of interest I'd like to show you.'
Mayhew led them through a labyrinth of corridors until they came to a chilly room that had been set up as a medical examiner's lab. A plastic sheet covered a form that lay on a metal table illuminated by a spotlight. A middle-aged man in a white lab coat was standing next to the table.
Mayhew signaled the man and he pulled the sheet back to reveal the ravaged face of the red-eyed creature that had been shot aboard their boat. He didn't seem so terrible with his eyes closed. His face had lost its permanent snarl and seemed more in repose.
'A little rough around the edges,' Mayhew said. 'Not bad-looking for a Frenchman.'
'Are you displaying your Anglo bias or do you know for a fact that he's French?' Austin said.
Mayhew smiled and reached into his pocket, producing a thin metal tab with a chain attached. He handed the object to Austin. 'This was around this gentleman's neck. It's a little timeworn, but you can read the writing.' .
Austin held the tab under the light and read the words: Pierre Levant Capitaine, L'Armee de la Republique de France, b. 1885.
'Looks like our friend here stole someone's dog tag.'
'I had the same thought at first, but the tag actually belongs to this chap.'
Austin responded with a quizzical look. Mayhew was not smiling as he would if he meant the wild assertion as a joke.
'That would make him more than one hundred years old,' Austin said.
'Close to one hundred and twenty, to be exact.'
'There must be some mistake. How can you be sure this is the man whose name is on the dog tag? Millions of men were lost during World War One.'
'Quite true, but the armies did a tolerably good job of keeping records despite the chaos. Men were often identified by their comrades or officers. As the fighting moved on, bodies were cleared by special units and the director of graves registration took over, aided by the unit chaplain. There were cemetery maps drawn, information filtered through a casualty clearing station, hospitals and grave registrations and so on. That information has been put on a computer. We learned that there was a Pierre Levant, that he served as an officer in the French army and that he disappeared in action.' 'A lot of men disappeared in action.'
'Oh, you skeptical Americans,' Mayhew said. He reached into his suit and pulled out a pocket watch, which
