'Your wife drives a car like no one I've ever seen, Professor,' I said. Bekuv turned to me, nodded and fetched a packet of cigarettes out of a drawer in his desk. They were American cigarettes and here in Algeria they were precious. He offered one to me and I accepted it with thanks.
'We were both betrayed,' said Bekuv. 'Your woman, and mine… they have humiliated us.'
I looked at him but didn't answer.
'I'm going to kill them both,' said Bekuv.
'Your wife and Red Bancroft?'
'Yes, I'm going to kill them both. It's the only way to regain my honour.'
'How will you go about it?' I asked.
'With my own bare hands,' he held them up and made a gesture of pincers. 'And it will be a pleasure,' he added.
'You're not being scientific, Professor,' I said.
'You mean I'm being childish.' He turned to me and stared for a moment before blowing his nose.
'Worse — a child who has his toys stolen runs and grabs them back; he doesn't smash them.'
'I love her, I admit it.' He inhaled deeply and then let the smoke trickle out of him.
'Miss Bancroft is your problem — eliminate her and your wife will come back to you.'
'Yes, I will km Miss Bancroft.'
'That would make your wife hate you for ever.'
'I will order one of these Arabs to kill the girl.'
'Your wife will guess you gave the order.'
'Yes,' he said. He stubbed his cigarette into an ashtray. 'It must look like an accident.'
I shook my head. 'Your wife will guess. She is a very clever woman, Professor Bekuv.'
'I must get rid of the Bancroft girl. I see that now. You are right. She is the evil one. It was the Bancroft woman who debauched my wife, and introduced her to those unnatural acts.'
'Right!' I said. 'And there is only one way in which the Bancroft girl can die, and yet leave you entirely blameless in the eyes of your wife.'
'You mean if you kill her.'
'Now you are being really scientific,' I said.
Bekuv stared at me. 'Why should I trust you?'
I said, 'If I double-cross you, you'd only have to tell Major Mann what I'd done, and I'd face a murder trial when I got home.'
'So you want me to let you go.'
'Well, you don't think I want to stay here, do you?'
'I suppose not.' Only with an effort of will could he imagine anyone so indifferent to his precious radio telescopes.
'I'll want a dune buggy, some water and food.'
'You can't have a dune buggy.'
'Very well, we'll go on foot, but we must leave tonight. Mann is sick. He'd not make it across the desert in the heat of day. It's a damned long way to the highway, and who knows how long we'll wait there,' He nodded. 'There's just that one thing, Professor,' I said. 'This has got to be done in such a way that Major Mann and Mr Dempsey — the old man — don't know it was me.'
Bekuv's eyes flickered as he smiled. That wariness that is ever present in the crackpot mind appreciated such caution. He held out his hand to me. 'The two men can go,' he said, 'but you will not get out of here until the Bancroft woman is dead.'
I shook his hand on it.
It was dark by the time I went up to the rooms where Mann, Dempsey and the two women were. Before his defection, this had been Bekuv's living accommodation. The two men were in the sitting-room. It was a comfortable place. There were a couple of rugs to hide the cracks in the wall, a wooden floor so new that it still smelled of anti- termite spray, leather-covered armchairs, an old crucifix, a collection of records and an elaborate amplifier and speakers. A new American air-conditioner purred gently from the boarded-up window.
Percy Dempsey said, 'We've got to get out of here.' He was sitting on the sofa. Mann was there too, but he was asleep. Percy Dempsey said, 'Your friend is sick. He should have gone back north after the car crash.'
I went over to Mann and looked at him. He looked as if he was running a temperature, but his pulse was strong and his breathing regular. 'He'll be all right,' I said.
Percy Dempsey didn't answer, but clearly he didn't agree. He pulled a bright red blanket over Mann. Mann didn't awaken. I said, 'You can wake him and get him on to his feet. Take him down to the yard and leave through' the main gate. Head due west — you've got a compass, haven't you?'
'Is he letting us go?'
'I made a deal with him. Where are the women? '
'Through the kitchen. There's another room. I might need your help with Major Mann,' said Dempsey.
'Prod him,' I said. 'I'll catch up with you later.'
'You've got a compass?'
'I watched the sun go down. I'll be all right. Wait for me at the highway.'
'He's quite a weight,' said Dempsey. He grabbed Mann's arm and shook him roughly. 'Come along,' he said.
I walked through the kitchen to find the women.
Chapter Twenty-four
The still desert night was shattered by the ugly screams of Mrs Bekuv. She fought her way through the Arabs who were lounging in the doorway at the bottom of the stairs. The violent flaying arms knocked one of the boys off balance and gave another a bloody nose. They had scarcely delayed her as she ran, hysterical and screaming, across the dimly lit compound to the big radio telescopes. The great dish shapes were only faintly discernible in the light of a waning moon and a thousand stars. Only when Mrs Bekuv reached the place where her husband was standing did her garbled cries become comprehensible. It was Russian. I could pick out a few phrases here and there: 'The girl is dead'…'… who would have done it if not you…? Who can I tell, who can I tell?… I hate you… why did she have to die?… If only it had been me…' many of them were repeated in that grief-stricken litany with which humans numb their minds to anguish.
'It wasn't me and it wasn't any of the Arabs,' said Bekuv, but his voice did nothing to calm her and soon he began to contract the very hysteria that he was trying to cure.
He shouted and slapped her across the face — very hard, the way they do it in old Hollywood finis — but it only made her worse. She was struggling now, hitting, punching and kicking him, so that he had to hold her very close to restrain her. It was like trying to cage a wildcat. Half a dozen Arabs had come out to watch the struggle and four men at the controls of the dish — Russian technicians — stopped their work to see what was happening. But none of them did anything to part the couple.
I turned away from the window and looked at Red Bancroft. 'She's done you proud,' I said. 'No one could have asked for a better performance.'
'She loves me,' said Red Bancroft. Her voice was matter of fact.
'And you?'
'I don't love anyone,' she said. 'My analyst says I'm bisexual. He doesn't understand. I'm neuter.'
'You don't have to hate yourself,' I said. 'You've brought no harm to her.'
'No,' she said scornfully. 'I've taken her away from her husband, she'll never again see her grown-up son. If we all get out of this alive, she'll be a K.G.B. target for ever and ever. And what have I given her in return — nothing but a good time in bed and a lot of worthless promises.'
I looked down into the central yard. Two Arab guards were restraining Mrs Bekuv. She was still talking to her husband, but I could not hear the words. Red Bancroft came to the window and looked down too.
'She'll do it,' I said.
