Dr. Hilsinger sat. Robert picked up the roll of tape. It was awkward because he only had the use of one hand. He pulled the end of the wide tape loose and began to unroll it. He moved over to Dr. Hilsinger. “Just sit quietly and you won’t get hurt.”
He fastened the end of the tape to the arm of the chair, and then started winding it around the doctor’s hands.
“This really isn’t necessary,” Dr. Hilsinger said. “I won’t—”
“Shut up.” Robert continued to bind the doctor to the chair. The effort had started the rivers of pain flowing again. He looked at the doctor and said quietly, “I’m not going to faint.”
He fainted.
He was floating in space, drifting weightlessly through white clouds, at peace. Wake up. He did not want to wake up. He wanted this wonderful feeling to go on forever. Wake up. Something hard was pressing against his side. Something in his jacket pocket. With his eyes still closed, he reached in and held it in his hand. It was the crystal. He drifted back to sleep.
Robert. It was a woman’s voice, soft and soothing. He was in a lovely green meadow, and the air was filled with music, and there were bright lights in the sky overhead. A woman was moving toward him. She was tall and beautiful with a gentle, oval face and a soft, almost translucent complexion. She was dressed in a snow white gown. Her voice was gentle and hushed.
“No one’s going to hurt you anymore, Robert. Come to me. I’m waiting here for you.”
Slowly, Robert opened his eyes. He lay there for a long moment, then sat up, filled with a sudden sense of excitement. He knew now who the eleventh witness was, and he knew where he was to meet her.
Chapter Fifty
Day Twenty-three
Paris, France
He telephoned Admiral Whittaker from the doctor’s office.
“Admiral? Robert.”
“Robert! What’s going on? They told me—”
“Never mind that now. I need your help, Admiral. Have you ever heard the name Janus?”
Admiral Whittaker said slowly, “Janus? No. I never heard of him.”
Robert said, “I’ve found out he’s heading some kind of secret organization that’s killing innocent people, and now he’s trying to kill me. We have to stop him.”
“How can I help?”
“I need to get to the President. Can you arrange a meeting?”
There was a moment of silence. “I’m certain I can.”
“There’s more. General Hilliard is involved.”
“What? How?”
“And there are others. Most of the intelligence agencies in Europe are in it, too. I can’t explain anymore now. I want you to call Hilliard. Tell him I’ve found an eleventh witness.”
“I don’t understand. An eleventh witness to what?”
“I’m sorry, Admiral, but I can’t tell you. Hilliard will know. I want him to meet me in Switzerland.”
“Switzerland?”
“Tell him I’m the only one who knows where the eleventh witness is. If he makes one wrong move, the deal is off. Tell him to go to the Dolder Grand in Zurich. There will be a note waiting for him at the desk. Tell him I also want Janus in Switzerland—in person.”
“Robert, are you certain you know what you’re doing?”
“No, sir, I’m not. But this is the only chance I’ve got. I want you to tell him my conditions are not negotiable. Number one, I want safe passage to Switzerland. Number two, I want General Hilliard and Janus to meet me there. Number three, after that, I want a meeting with the President of the United States.”
“I will do everything I can, Robert. How will I get in touch with you?”
“I’ll call you back. How much time will you need?”
“Give me one hour.”
“Right.”
“And Robert—”
He could hear the pain in the old man’s voice. “Yes, sir?”
“Be careful.”
“Don’t worry, sir. I’m a survivor. Remember?”
One hour later, Robert was speaking to Admiral Whittaker again.
“You have a deal. General Hilliard seemed shaken by the news of another witness. He’s given me his word you will not be harmed. Your conditions will be met. He’s flying to Zurich and will be there tomorrow morning.”