Sherwood nodded. ‘A man from the State Department.’
‘What exactly did Gibbs say?’
‘He said he’d be right out. He said the talk with Brad could only be
preliminary. Then he’d go back and report. He said it might not be simply a
national problem. It might be international. Our government might have to
confer with other governments. He wanted to know more about it. All I could
tell him was that a man here in the village had some vital information.’
‘They’ll be out at the edge of the barrier, waiting for us. The east
road, I presume.’
‘I suppose so,’ Sherwood said. ‘We didn’t go into it. He’ll phone me
from some place outside the barrier when he arrives.’
‘As a matter of fact,’ said Higgy, lowering his voice as if he were
speaking confidentially, ‘if we can get out of this without being hurt,
it’ll be the best thing that ever happened to us. No other town in all of
history has gotten the kind of publicity we’re getting now. Why, for years
there’ll be tourists coming just to look at us, just to say they’ve been
here.’
‘It seems to me,’ said Father Flanagan, ‘that if this should all be
true, there are far greater things involved than whether or not our town can
attract some tourists.’
‘Yes,’ said Silas Middleton. ‘It means we are facing an alien form of
life. How we handle it may mean the difference between life and death. Not
for us alone, I mean, the people in this village. But the life or death of
the human race.’
‘Now, see here,’ piped Preston, ‘you can’t mean that a bunch of
flowers…’
‘You damn fool,’ said Sherwood, ‘it’s not just a bunch of flowers.’
Joe Evans said, ‘That’s right. Not just a bunch of flowers. But an
entirely different form of life. Not an animal life, but a plant life – a
plant life that is intelligent.’
‘And a life,’ I said, ‘that has stored away the knowledge of God knows
how many other races. They’ll know things we’ve never even thought about.’
‘I don’t see,’ said Higgy, doggedly, ‘what we’ve got to be afraid of.
There never was a time that we couldn’t beat a bunch of weeds. We can use
sprays and…’
‘If we want to kill them off,’ I said, ‘I don’t think it’s quite as
easy as you try to make it. But putting that aside for the moment, do we
want to kill them off?’
‘You mean,’ yelled Higgy, ‘let them come in and take over?’
‘Not take over. Come in and co-operate with us.’
‘But the barrier!’ yelled Hiram. ‘Everyone forgets about the barrier!’
‘No one has forgotten about it,’ said Nichols. ‘The barrier is no more
than a part of the entire problem. Let’s solve the problem and we can take
care of the barrier as well.’
‘My God,’ groaned Preston, ‘you all are talking as if you believe every
word of it.’
‘That isn’t it,’ said Silas Middleton. ‘But we have to use what Brad
has told us as a working hypothesis. I don’t say that what he has told us is
absolutely right. He may have misinterpreted, he may simply be mistaken in
certain areas. But at the moment it’s the only solid information we have to
work with.’
‘I don’t believe a word of it,’ said Hiram, flatly. ‘There’s a dirty
plot afoot and I…’
The telephone rang, its signal blasting through the room.
Sherwood answered it.
‘It’s for you,’ he told me. ‘It’s Alf again.’
I went across the room and took the receiver Sherwood held out to me.
‘Hello, A1f’ I said.
‘I thought,’ said Alf, ‘you were going to call me back. In an hour, you
said.’
‘I got involved,’ I told him.
‘They moved me out,’ he said. ‘They evacuated everybody. I’m in a motel
just east of Coon Valley. I’m going to move over to Elmore – the motel here
is pretty bad – but before I did, I wanted to get in touch with you.’
‘I’m glad you did,’ I said. ‘There are some things I want to ask you.
About that project down in Greenbriar.’
‘Sure. What about the project?’
‘What kind of problems did you have to solve?’
‘Many different kinds.’
‘Any of them have to do with plants?’
‘Plants?’
‘You know. Flowers, weeds, vegetables.’
‘I see. Let me think. Yes, I guess there were a few.’
‘What kind?’
‘Well, there was one: could a plant be intelligent?’
‘And your conclusion?’
‘Now, look here, Brad!’
‘This is important, Alf.’
‘Oh, all right. The only conclusion I could reach was that it was
impossible. A plant would have no motive. There’s no reason a plant should
be intelligent. Even if it could be, there’d be no advantage to it. It
couldn’t use intelligence or knowledge. It would have no way in which it
could apply them. And its structure is wrong. It would have to develop
certain senses it doesn’t have, would have to increase its awareness of its
world. It would have to develop a brain for data storage and a thinking
mechanism. It was easy, Brad, once you thought about it. A plant wouldn’t
even try to be intelligent. It took me a while to get the reasons sorted
out, but they made good solid sense.’
‘And that was all?’
‘No, there was another one. How to develop a foolproof method of
eradicating a noxious weed, bearing in mind that the weed has high
adaptability and would be able to develop immunity to any sort of threat to
its existence in a relatively short length of time.’
‘There isn’t any possibility,’ I guessed.
‘There is,’ said A1f ‘just a possibility. But not too good a one.’
‘And that?’
‘Radiation. But you couldn’t count on it as foolproof if the plant
really had high adaptability.’
‘So there’s no way to eradicate a thoroughly determined plant?’
‘I’d say none at all – none in the power of man. What’s this all about,
Brad?’
‘We may have a situation just like that,’ I said. Quickly I told him
something of the Flowers.
He whistled. ‘You think you have this straight?’
‘I can’t be certain, Alf, I think so, but I can’t be certain. That is,
I know the Flowers are there, but…’
‘There was another question. It ties right in with this. It wanted to
know how you’d go about contacting and establishing relations with an alien
life. You think the project. . . ?’
‘No question,’ I said. ‘It was run by the same people who ran the
telephones.’
‘We figured that before. When we talked after the barrier went up.’
‘Alf; what about that question? About contact with an alien?’
He laughed, a bit uneasily. ‘There are a million answers. The method
would depend upon the kind of alien. And there’d always be some danger.’
‘That’s all you can think of? All the questions, I mean?’
‘I can’t think of any more. Tell me more of what’s happened there.’
‘I’d like to, but I can’t. I have a group of people here. You’re going
to Elmore now?’
‘Yeah. I’ll call you when I get there. Will you be around?’
‘I can’t go anywhere,’ I said.
There had been no talk among the others while I’d been on the phone.
They were, all listening. But as soon as I hung up, Higgy straightened up
importantly.
‘I figure,’ he said, ‘that maybe we should be getting ready to go out
and meet the senator. I think most probably I should appoint a welcoming
committee. The people in this room, of course, and maybe half a dozen
others. Doc Fabian, and maybe…’
‘Mayor,’ said Sherwood, interrupting him, ‘I think someone should point
out that this is not a civic affair or a social visit. This is something
somewhat more important and entirely unofficial. Brad is the one the senator
must see. He is the only one who has pertinent information and…’
‘But,’ Higgy protested, ‘all I was doing…’
‘We know what you were doing,’ Sherwood told him.
‘What I am pointing out is that if Brad wants a committee to go along
with him, he is the one who should get it up.’
‘But my official duty,’ Higgy bleated.
‘In a matter such as this,’ said Sherwood, flatly, ‘you have no
official duty.’
‘Gerald,’ said the mayor, ‘I’ve tried to think the best of you. I’ve
tried to tell myself…’
‘Mayor,’ said Preston, grimly, ‘there’s no use of pussy-footing. We
might as well say it out. There’s something going on, some sort of plot
afoot. Brad is part of it and Stiffy’s part of it and…’
‘And,’ said Sherwood, ‘if you insist upon a plot, I’m part of it as
well. I made the telephones.’
Higgy gulped. ‘You did what?’ he asked.
‘I made the telephones. I manufactured them.’
‘So you knew all about it all along.’
Sherwood shook his head. ‘I didn’t know anything at all. I just made