Keene nodded curtly. She was right again. Whatever the grievance, incivility wasn’t called for. In any case, it would only be giving away free ammunition. “Yes. Your husband, Professor Voler. If he’s there, I need to speak to him . . . please.”
“I’m afraid he’s not. He’s in Washington, preparing for the talks next week with your . . . friends. I’ll be joining him tomorrow morning. Didn’t they tell you that at his office? You must have tried there first.”
“Do you have a number that will get me through to him?” Keene said. “I presume I don’t need to spell out that it is extremely important.”
Fey eyed him critically for a few seconds. Finally she shook her head. “I don’t think so. You’re clearly spoiling for a fight over something. I’m not going to be the one to expose him to such disruptive influences with this business next week coming up.”
“Dammit, isn’t it obvious that the business next week is what I want to talk to him about?” Keene said shortly.
A hint of mockery played on Fey’s lips, just for an instant. “I really don’t think Herbert would be concerned with engineering details.” She made it sound like the chauffeur’s job.
Keene felt his blood rush, knew his buttons were being pressed, but was powerless to stop it. “Look, some work that’s crucial to those talks has been recently completed here in Texas,” he fumed. “I’ve just heard that the committee has been instructed to disregard it, and that the instruction came from him. This isn’t a trivial matter, Fey. It’s a travesty of science and deliberate sabotage of affairs vital to the interests of every person in this country. He won’t be allowed to get away with it. If he tries, the effects could be very damaging to that precious career of his. Do you understand that?”
“Oh, how pompous. And now I do believe you’re making threats. Please tell me you are, because dealing with them is very simple and straightforward. Make my day, as they say.”
“Take it any way you want,” Keene retorted. “But if you won’t let me tell him myself, then convey this to him: That deliberately misrepresenting scientific evidence by someone in his position is bad enough; but we have a truckload of evidence that goes beyond that to organized disinformation and manipulation of the media on a scale that for my money qualifies as criminal conspiracy. I’m talking about things like denial and suppression of dissenting views; intimidation of hostile witnesses; organized censorship. Those things would be criminal if the subject of a court case. Well, how is the public going to judge it when they find out? Because that’s what’s going to happen if he’s not willing to reconsider. I’m talking about full exposure of the whole shit heap. And I’m serious. So you just tell Herbert that.”
Fey’s expression had frosted over while Keene was speaking. The eyes had turned to steel encased in ice. “I think you’ve made yourself clear,” was her response. “If you have any more to say, I suggest you direct it through your attorney.” And with that she cut the connection.
* * *
Keene was still simmering late that afternoon when Karen put a call through from Sariena. She was still aboard the Osiris, due to come back down in two days’ time. Gallian, in Washington, had told her the news about the Terran scientific committee’s ruling, and she was distressed. The whole Kronian delegation was in disarray. They had been trying to get some guidance from their scientists back at Saturn, who had worked feverishly to have the probe data available in time, but the two-hour communications delay was making things impossible. So Gallian was trying to organize some defense locally. Neuzender at Princeton had declined to speak at the conference on the grounds that his part had been purely to advise on the mathematics, but Gallian was pushing to have Charlie Hu and a couple of his people from JPL attend. Keene had arranged the corroboration run at Amspace, and Allender had performed it. Would he and Jerry be willing to come to Washington next week and testify on the nature and validity of the work they had done?