Barker, Clive – Imajica 01 – The Fifth Dominion. Part 4

“But he has evidence to support my thesis,” Oscar insisted.

“Oh, does he?” said Shales.

“He’ll have to show you himself,” Oscar said, turning to Dowd. “You’re going to have to show them, I’m afraid,” he said, and as he spoke reached into his jacket.

An instant before the blade emerged, Dowd realized Godolphin’s intent and started to turn away, but Oscar had the edge, and it came forth glittering. Dowd felt his master’s hand on his neck and heard shouts of horror on all sides. Then he was thrown back across the table, sprawling beneath the lights like an unwilling patient. The surgeon followed through with one swift stab, striking Dowd in the middle of his chest.

“You want proof?” Oscar yelled, through Dowd’s screams and the din of shouts around the table. “You want proof? Then here it is!”

His bulk put weight behind the blade, driving it first to the right, then to the left, encountering no obstruction from rib or breastbone. Nor was there blood; only a fluid the color of brackish water, that dribbled from the wounds and ran across the table. Dowd’s head thrashed to and fro as this indignity was visited upon him, only once raising his gaze to stare accusingly at Godolphin, who was too busy about this undoing to return the look. Despite protests from all sides he didn’t halt his labors until the body before him had been opened from the navel to throat, and Dowd’s thrashings had ceased. The stench from the carcass filled the chamber: a pungent mixture of sewage and vanilla. It drove two of the witnesses to the door, one of them Bloxham, whose nausea overtook him before he could reach the corridor. But his gaggings and moans didn’t slow Godol-phin by a beat. Without hesitation he plunged his arm into the open body and, rummaging there, pulled out a fistful of gut. It was a knotty mass of blue and black tissue—final proof of Dowd’s inhumanity. Triumphant, he threw the evidence down on the table beside the body, then stepped away from his handiwork, chucking the knife into the wound it had opened. The whole performance had taken no more than a minute, but in that time he’d succeeded in turning the chamber’s table into a fish-market gutter.

“Satisfied?” he said.

AH protest had been silenced. The only sound was the rhythmical hiss of fluid escaping an opened artery.

Very quietly McGann said, “You’re a fucking maniac.”

Oscar reached gingerly into his trouser pocket and teased out a fresh handkerchief. One of poor Dowd’s last tasks had been its pressing. It was immaculate. He shook out its scalpel creases and began to clean his hands,

“How else was I going to prove my point?” he said. “You drove me to this. Now there’s the evidence, in all its glory. I don’t know what happened to Dowd—my bum-boy, I think you called him, Alice—but wherever he is this thing took his place.”

“How long have you known?” Charlotte asked.

“I’ve suspected for the last two weeks. I was here in the city all the time, watching its every move while it—and you—thought I was disporting myself in sunnier climes.”

“What the bugger is it?” Lionel wanted to know, prodding a scrap of alien entrail with his finger.

“God alone knows,” Godolphin said. “Something not of this world, clearly.”

“What did it want?” Alice said. “That’s more to the point.”

“At a guess, access to this chamber, which”—he looked at those around the table one by one—“I gather you granted it three days ago. I trust none of you was indiscreet.” Furtive glances were exchanged. “Oh, you were,” he said. “That’s a pity. Let’s hope it didn’t have time to communicate any of its findings to its overlords.”

“What’s done’s done,” McGann said, “and we must all bear some part of the responsibility. Including you, Oscar. You should have shared your suspicions with us.”

“Would you have believed me?” Oscar replied. “I didn’t believe it myself at first, until I started to notice little changes in Dowd.”

“Why you?” Shales said. “That’s what I want to know. Why would they target you for this surveillance unless they thought you were more susceptible than the rest of us? Maybe they thought you’d join them. Maybe you have.”

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