main building. It was spacious and modern, furnished with couches and tables, and half a dozen chairs.
Detective Greenburg glanced at the assortment of magazines on a table: Virtual Reality, Nuclear and Radiological Terrorism, Robotics World… He held up a copy of Genetic Engineering News and turned to Praegitzer. 'Don't you get tired of reading these in your dentist's office?' Praegitzer grinned. 'Yeah.' The two detectives approached the receptionist and identified themselves. 'We have an appointment with Mr. Tanner Kingsley.' 'He's expecting you. I'll have someone escort you to his office.' She gave them each a KIG badge. 'Please turn these in when you leave.' 'No problem.' The receptionist pressed a buzzer, and a moment later, an attractive young woman appeared.
'These gentlemen have an appointment with Mr. Tanner Kingsley.' 'Yes. I'm Retra Tyler, one of Mr. Kingsley's assistants. Follow me, please.' The two detectives walked down a long, sterile corridor with tightly closed office doors on each side.
At the end of the corridor was Tanner's office.
In Tanner's waiting room, Kathy Ordonez, Tanner's bright young secretary, was seated behind a desk.
'Good morning, gentlemen. You can go right in.' She got up and opened the door to Tanner's private office. As the detectives stepped inside, they stopped to stare, in awe.
The huge office was crammed with arcane electronic equipment, and the soundproof walls were lined with wafer-thin television sets displaying live scenes from cities around the world. Some of the views were of busy conference rooms, offices, and laboratories, while others showed hotel suites where meetings were taking place. Each set had its own audio system, and even though the volume was barely audible, it was eerie to hear snippets of sentences spoken simultaneously in a dozen different languages.
A caption appeared at the bottom of each screen identifying the cities: Milan.
.. Johannesburg…
Zurich… Madrid… Athens… At the far wall was an eight-tier bookshelf filled with leather-bound volumes.
Tanner Kingsley was seated behind a mahogany desk that contained a console with half a dozen different colored buttons. He was elegantly dressed in a tailored gray suit with a light blue shirt and a blue checked tie.
Tanner rose as the two detectives walked in. 'Good morning, gentlemen.' Earl Greenburg said, 'Good morning. We're-' 'Yes, I know who you are. Detectives Earl Greenburg and Robert Praegitzer.' They shook hands.
'Sit down, please.'
The detectives took seats.
Praegitzer was staring at the swiftly changing, worldwide pictures on the profusion of television sets.
He shook his head in admiration. 'Talk about today's state of the art! This is-' Tanner raised a hand. 'We're not talking here about today's state of the art, Detective. This technology won't be on the market for another two or three years. With these, we're able to watch teleconferences in a dozen different countries simultaneously. The information that pours in from our offices around the world is automatically categorized and recorded by these computers.' Praegitzer asked, 'Mr. Kingsley, forgive a simplistic question. What does a think tank do, exactly?' 'Bottom line? We're problem solvers. We figure out solutions to problems that may lie ahead. Some think tanks concentrate in only one area-the military or economics or politics.
We deal in national security, communications, microbiology, environmental issues. KIG functions as an independent analyst and critic of long-range global consequences for various governments.' 'Interesting,' said Praegitzer.
'Eighty-five percent of our research staff hold advanced degrees, and more than sixty-five percent have Ph.D.s.' 'That's impressive.' 'My brother, Andrew, founded this company to assist Third World countries, so we're also heavily involved in start-up projects there.' There was a sudden rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning from one of the television sets. They all turned to look.
Detective Greenburg said, 'Didn't I read something about a weather experiment you were doing?' Tanner grimaced. 'Yes, it's known around here as Kingsley's folly. It's one of the few major failures KIG ever had. It was the one project that I most hoped would work. Instead, we're closing it down.' Praegitzer asked, 'Is it possible to control the weather?' Tanner shook his head. 'Only to a limited degree. A lot of people have tried. As long ago as 1900, Nikola Tesla was doing experiments with weather. He discovered that ionization of the atmosphere could be altered by radio waves. In 1958, our Defense Department experimented with dropping copper needles into the ionosphere. Ten years later, there was Project Popeye, where the government attempted to extend the monsoon season in Laos, to increase the amount of mud in the Ho Chi Minh Trail. They used a silver iodide nuclei agent, and generators shot banks of silver iodide into the clouds, to become seeds for raindrops.' 'Did it work?' 'Yes, but on a confined local basis. There are several reasons why no one will ever be able to control the weather. One problem is that El Nino creates warm temperatures in the Pacific Ocean that disrupt the world's ecological system, while La Nina creates cold weather temperatures in the Pacific, and the two of them combined completely negate any realistic weather control planning.
The Southern Hemisphere is about eighty percent ocean, while the Northern Hemisphere is sixty percent ocean, causing another imbalance. In addition to that, the jet stream determines the path of storms, and there is no way to control that.' Greenburg nodded, then hesitated. 'Do you know why we're here, Mr. Kingsley?' Tanner studied Greenburg a moment. 'I trust that that is a rhetorical question.
Otherwise, I would find it offensive. Kingsley International Group is a think tank. Four of my employees have died or disappeared mysteriously within a period of twenty-four hours. We have already started our own investigation.
We have offices in major cities around the world, with eighteen hundred employees, and it is obviously difficult for me to keep in contact with all of them. But what I have learned so far is that two of the employees who were murdered were apparently involved in illegal activities. It cost them their livesbut I assure you, it is not going to cost Kingsley International Group its reputation. I expect our people to resolve this very quickly.' Greenburg spoke up. 'Mr. Kingsley, there's something else. We understand that six years ago a Japanese scientist named Akira Iso committed suicide in Tokyo. Three years ago a Swiss scientist named Madeleine Smith committed suicide in-' Tanner interrupted. 'Zurich. Neither of them committed suicide. They were murdered.' The two detectives looked at him in surprise. Praegitzer asked, 'How do you know that?' There was a hardened tone in Tanner's voice. 'They were killed because of me.' 'When you say-' 'Akira Iso was a brilliant scientist. He worked for a Japanese electronics conglomerate called Tokyo First Industrial. I met Iso at an international industry convention in Tokyo. We got along well. I felt that KIG could offer him a better atmosphere than the company he was with. I made him an offer to work here, and he accepted. In fact, he was very excited about it.' Tanner was fighting to keep his voice steady. 'We agreed to keep it confidential until he was legally able to leave that company. But he obviously mentioned it to someone, because there was an item about it in a newspaper column, and…' Tanner stopped again for a long moment, then went on. 'The day after the item appeared, Iso was found dead in a hotel room.' Robert Praegitzer asked, 'Mr. Kingsley, couldn't there have been other reasons that might explain his death?' Tanner shook his head. 'No. I didn't believe he committed suicide. I hired investigators and sent them and some of my own people to Japan to try to learn what had happened. They couldn't find any evidence of foul play, and I thought that perhaps I was wrong, that possibly there was some tragedy in Iso's life that I knew nothing about.' 'Then why are you so sure now that he was murdered?' Green-burg wanted to know.
'As you mentioned, a scientist named Madeleine Smith supposedly committed suicide in Zurich, three years ago. What you don't know is that Madeleine Smith also wanted to leave the people she worked for and come to our company.' Greenburg frowned. 'What makes you think the two deaths are connected?' Tanner's face was stone. 'Because the company she worked for is a branch of the same Tokyo First Industrial.' There was a stunned silence.
Praegitzer said, 'There's something I don't understand. Why would they murder an employee just because she wants to quit? If-' 'Madeleine Smith wasn't just an employee. Neither was Iso. They were brilliant physicists who were about to solve problems that would have made the company a fortune larger than you can imagine.
That's why they didn't want to lose either of them to us.' 'Did the Swiss police investigate Smith's death?' 'Yes. So did we. But again, we could prove nothing. As a matter of fact, we're still working on all the deaths that occurred, and I expect that we will solve them. KIG has far-reaching connections all over the world. If I get any useful information, I will be happy to share it with you. I hope you will reciprocate.' Greenburg said, 'That's fair enough.' A gold-plated phone on Tanner's desk rang. 'Excuse me.' He walked over to the desk and picked up the
