Agursky was not put off; on the contrary, his voice was suddenly eager. ‘Comrade, there’s a certain experiment I would like to try. Now, any theoretical work I perform with the creature is my concern entirely, of course – but there’s something I need which is quite beyond everyday requirements.’
Again Khuv glanced at him, glanced down on him, because beside the tall KGB Major, Agursky seemed almost a dwarf. His bald pate coming through its crown of dirty-grey fluff made him seem very gnome-like. But his red-rimmed eyes, made huge by his spectacles, put him in a much less comical perspective. He was like some strange, devious bottle-imp given the guise of a man.
Devious! – that was the word Khuv had searched for to describe the change in Agursky. There was now something sly about the little man, something furtive.
Khuv put his mental meanderings aside, uttered a none too patient sigh. He had never much cared for the little scientist, and now cared for him even less. ‘Vasily,’ he said, ‘has the Projekt no procurement officer? Is there no quartermaster? A great deal may hinge upon our understanding of that beast. I’m sure that whatever you require for your work can be obtained through the proper channels. Indeed, I would say you have an absolute priority. All you have to do is – ‘
The proper channels,’ Agursky cut in, nodding. ‘Exactly, exactly! But that is just precisely the problem, Comrade Major. The channels are perhaps too proper . . .’
Khuv was taken aback. ‘Your requirement is improper? Unusual, do you mean? Then why on earth don’t you ask Direktor Luchov about it? You’ve just been to see him, haven’t you? I should think Viktor Luchov can lay his hands on just about any – ‘
‘No!’ Agursky caught his elbow and drew Khuv to a halt. ‘That is exactly my problem. He would not -definitely not – sanction this requirement.’
Khuv stared at him. There were beads of sweat on the man’s upper lip. His eyes, unblinking, burned on Khuv through the thick lenses of his spectacles. And the KGB Major thought: a requirement Luchov wouldn’t sanction? He noticed that Agursky’s hand was trembling where it gripped his elbow. It was suddenly very easy to jump to the wrong conclusion. Khuv broke abruptly away from the other, brushed at the sleeve of his jacket, drily said:
‘But I thought you were off the bottle, Vasily? The break was a little too sudden for you, was it? And now your supplies have run out and you require a re-stock,’ he nodded his mock understanding. ‘I should have thought that the soldiers could easily fill your needs from the barracks at Ukhta. Or perhaps it’s more urgent than that, eh?’
‘Major,’ said Agursky, his expression unchanging, ‘the last thing I need is alcohol. In any case, I assume that you are joking, for I’ve already made it clear that this has to do with the creature. Indeed, it has to do with fathoming the very nature of the creature. Now I repeat: the Projekt cannot legitimately fill my requirement, and certainly Luchov would never sanction it. But you are an officer of the KGB. You have contacts with the local police, authority over them. You handle traitors and criminals. In short you are in a position – the ideal position – to assist me. And if my theory works out, you would have the satisfaction of knowing that you were in part responsible for the breakthrough.’
Khuv’s eyes narrowed. The little man was wily, full of surprises, not his usual self at all. ‘Just what is this “theory” of yours, Vasily? And you’d better tell me about your “requirement”, too.’
‘As to the first,’ (for the first time since their conversation began, Khuv saw Agursky blink his eyes, nervously, two or three times in rapid succession) ‘I can’t tell you. You would probably consider it preposterous, and I’m not even sure of it myself. But as for the second – ‘
And without further pause he told Khuv what his requirement was . . .
12
Deal with the Devil
When Jazz Simmons regained consciousness he saw that he was where he’d fallen, except now his hands were tied behind him. Zek, who hadn’t been trussed, was busy moistening his brow and lips with a water-soaked rag. She sighed her relief as he came to.