“I’ll see what I can do,” Adele repeated. She stepped out of the enclosure.
The information should be easy to find, though it was an even question whether she’d find it in the Hajas database or that of the palace itself. She’d deliver it as soon as she could. Part of her wanted to keep Markos waiting, but that was childish, and it would mean that the business was hanging over Adele Mundy as well.
She strode down the bricked pathway, drawing glances from the workmen for the hard set of her face. She’d take care of this and wash her hands of the business. It didn’t matter to her what Markos and other slugs in what they called Intelligence did with the information then.
“Here’s the island, Leary,” Candace said as he adjusted the aircar’s fans, slowing the vehicle toward a mushy hover. “I suppose it ought to have a name by now, but we just call it the lodge.”
Ten miles back Bet had permitted Daniel to put an arm about her waist; now he had to disentangle himself to look forward between the front seats. Bet leaned against him from behind, proving that she had rather more top than he would have guessed.
The island was only a few hundred meters long and rather narrow. It rose thirty sheer feet from the water, however, and was of some hard black rock rather than the coral limestone of other islets Daniel had seen dotting this stretch of sea.
A line of steps slanted up the cliff from the base where men had blasted a landing place in the stone. Wrist-thick staples were set in the rock for tying up boats. Foliage of the bright green typical to Kostroma covered the islet’s top. Its growth was so lush that the lodge’s structural plastic roof was hidden almost until the aircar hovered overhead. There’d once been a cleared area beside the building but feather-leafed plants now sprouted there waist high.
“I’ll have to get a crew in here to clear things off,” Candace said in irritation. “Maybe I can get the CO to detail me some ratings.”
He lowered the aircar slowly, using the downdraft to flatten the vegetation so that it didn’t get tangled in the fans. Swarms of small insects spun out of the greenery like jewels. Many of them lighted on the upper surfaces of the car and on its occupants.
Bet said, “Ooh!” in irritation as she brushed a sparkling bug off her forehead. They were species native to Kostroma, however, with no taste for human blood.
Candace shut off the motors. “A bit primitive, but I think we’ll find everything here we need,” he said as he unlatched the sidewall into a ramp. He laughed coarsely. “And after we’ve found what we need, I’ve had the servants pack us a bit of lunch. Eh, Leary?”
Bet giggled.
“First-rate plan, Candace!” Daniel said as he walked to the back of the aircar to open the storage compartment. He hoped he spoke with enough enthusiasm to cover the way he’d winced when he heard the giggle again.
The luggage was a picnic hamper and two inflatable mattresses. There was a basket of wine also, but Bet had brought that out with her by reaching over the seat.
Candace pushed open the lodge door which had been ajar. Drifted fronds on the floor had already started to decay to humus.
Small birds went into paroxysms of chirping terror inside. Daniel held the women back a moment to permit the panicked creatures to fly out. He didn’t mind carrying the gear, though he’d noticed the Kostroman officer’s presumption that it wasn’t his own job.
Candace began opening the window shutters. One of them fell off in his hand. The main room had a fireplace and stone benches along the walls; a table and two chairs of extruded plastic provided the only other furnishings. There was a curtained opening at the end with sleeping quarters beyond. The bunks, an upper and lower, were narrow plastic berths on stone supports cantilevered out from the back wall.
“Do you have a well here?” Daniel asked.
“There’s a cistern,” Candace said. “Though . . .”