Time Travelers Strictly Cash (4 page)

went round.

“Wally?” she asked it weakly. Then even more weakly she said to it, “That’s his will in that manila envelope,” and

she fainted.

“Mike!” I cried, and leaped forward. The big barkeep understood me somehow and lunged across the bar on his belly and caught the phone in both hands. That left me my whole attention to deal with her, and I needed that and all my strength to get her to the floor gently.

“Wally,” Callahan was saying to the chipmunk, “Waily, listen to me. This is a friend. I know what happened, and-listen to me, Wally, I’m trying to keep your ass out of the slam. Are you listening to me, son? Here’s what you’ve got to do-“

Someone crowded me on my left, and I almost belted him before I realized it was Doc Webster with smelling salts.

“-No,screw fingerprints, this ain’t TV. Just make up the goddamn bed and put yer cigarette butts in yer pocket and don’t touch anything else-“

She coughed and came around.

“-sure nobody sees you leave, and then you get your ass over to Callahan’s bar, off 25A. We got thirty folks here’ll swear you been here all iiight, but it’d be nice if we knew what you looked like.”

She stared up at us vacantly, and as I was helping her get up and into a chair, I was talking. I wanted her to be involved in listening to me when full awareness returned. It would be very hard to hold her, and I was absolutely certain I couid do it.

“Kathy, you’ve got to listen carefully to me, because if you don’t, in just another minute now you’re going to try and swallow one-giant egg of guilt, and it will, believe me, slick in your throat and choke you.. You’re choking on a couple already, and this one might kill you-and it’s not fair, it’s not right, it’s not just. You’re gonna award yourself a guilt that you don’t deserve, and the moment you accept it and pin it on, it’ll stay with you for the rest of your life. Believe me, I know. Damn it, it’s okay to be glad you’re still alive!”

“What the hell do you know about it?” she cried out. “I’ve been there,” I said softly. “As recently as an hour ago.”

Her eyes widened.

“I came in here tonight so egoceotrically wrapped up n my own pain that I sat next to you for fifteen minutes and never noticed you, until some friends woke me up. This is a kind of anniversary for me, Kathy. Five years and one day ago I bad a wife and a two-year-old daughter. Andi had a Big Book of Auto Repair. I decided I could save thirty dollars easy by doing my own brake job. I tested it myself and drove maybe a whole block. Five years ago tonight all three of us went to the drive-in movie. I woke up without a scratch on me. Both dead. I smiled at the man who was trying to cut my door open, and I climbed out the window past him and tried to get my wrists on his chainsaw. He coldcocked me, and I woke up under restraint. “I locked eyes with her. “I was glad to be alive, too. That’s why I wanted to die so bad.”

She blinked and spoke very softly. “How… bow did you keep alive?”

“I got talking with a doctor the size of a hippo named Sam Webster, and he got me turned loose and brought me around here.”

She waited for me to finish. “You-that’s it? What is that?”

“Dis is Callahan’s Place,” Eddie said.

“This place is magic,” t told her.

“Magic? Bullshit, magic, it’s a bar. People come here to get blind.”

“No. Not this one. People come to this bar to see. That’s why I’m ashamed at how long it took me to see you. This is a place where people care. For as long as I sat here in my pain, my friends were in pain with me and did what they could to help. They told stories of past blunders to makeit a little easier for me to make my annual toast to my family. You know what gives me the courage to keep on living? The courage to love myself a little? It’s having a whole bunch of friends who really give a goddamn. When you share pain, there’s less of it, and when you share joy, there’s more of it. That’s a basic fact of the universe, and I learned it here. I’ve seen it work honest-to-God miracles.”

“Name me a miracle.”

“Of all the gin joints in all the world, you come into this one. Tonight, of all the nights in the year. And you look like her, and your name is Kathy.”

She gaped. “I-your wife?- I look-?”

“Oh, not a ringer-that only happens on The Late Late Show. But close enough to scare me silly. Don’t you see, Kathy? For five years now I’ve been using that word, fivesight, not in conversation, just in my head, as a private label for precognition. I jumped when you, said it. For five years now I’ve been wishing to God I’d been born with it. I was wishing it earlier tonight;

“Now I know better.”

Her jaw worked, but she made no sound.

“We’ll help you, Kathy-,” Callahan said.

“Damn straight,” -Eddie croaked.

“We’ll help you find your own miracle,” Long-Drink assured her. “They come by here regular.”

There were murmurs of agreement, encouraging words. She stared around the place as though we had all turned into toads. “And what do you want from me?” she snapped.

“That you hold up your end,” I said. “That you not leave us holding the bag. Suicide isn’t just a cop-out; it’s a ripoff.”

She shook her head, as vIolently as-she dared. “People don’t do that people don’t act this way.”

My voice softened, saddened. “Upright apes don’t. People do.”

She finished her drink. “But-“

“Listen, we just contradicted something you said earlier. It seems like it does take some kind of genius person to share pain. And I think you did a better job than I could have done Two, three years you stayed with that poor bastard? Kathy, that strength and compassion you gave to Cass for so long, the imagination and empathy you have so much of, those are things we badly need here. We get a lot of incoming wounded. You could be of use here, while you’re waiting for your own miracle.”

She looked around at every face, looked long at Callahan and longest at me.

Then she shook her head and said, “Maybe I already got it,” and she burst finally and explosively into tears, flinging herself into my arms. They were the right kind of tears. I smiled and smiled for some considerable time, and then I saw the block and got very businesslike. Wally would be along soon, and there was much to be done. “Okay, Eddie, you get her address from her purse-and ankle over there. Make sure that fool kid didn’t screw up. Pyotr, you Litvak Samaritan, go on out and wake up your wheels. Here, Drink, you get her out to the parking lot; I can’t hold her up much longer~ Margie, you’re the girl friend she went to spend the weekend with yesterday, okay? You’re gonna put her up until she’s ready to face the cops. Doc, you figure out what she’s contracted that she doesn’t want to bother her husband by calling. Shorty, if nobody discovers the body by, say, tomorrow noon, you make a service call to the wrong address and find him. Mike-“

Callahan was already holding out one finger of Irish.

“Say, Jake,” Callahan said softly, “didn’t I hear your wife’s name was Diane? Kinda short and red-haired and jolly, gray eyes?”

We smiled at each other. “It was a plausible miracle that didn’t take a whole lot of buildup and explanation. What if I’d told her we stopped an alien from blowing up the earth in here once?”

“You talk good on your feet, son.”

I walked up to the chalk line. “Let me make the toast now,” I said loudly. “The same one I’ve made annually for five years-with a little addition.”

Folks hushed up and listened.

“To my family,” I said formally, then-drained the Irish and gently underhanded my glass onto the hearth.

And then I turned around and faced them all and added, “Each and every one of you.”

Concerning “Fivesight”:

There’s been a wave of stuff about precognition in the popular media these days-people who dream disasters before they happen and so forth. Whether or not there’s anything to it I couldn’t say, but I’m willing to believe it can happen.

But when I will become seriously interested in precogni tion is the first time I hear of a disaster averted because of precognition. If some guy dreams a given flight is going to go down, and they cancel the flight and discover on inspection that it would have gone down, then I will join my local Support Your Prophets Club.

Unless and until that happens, I suspect the kindest thing to doforprecognitors is to shoot them. Kindest for the future victims, too-if you know the date and manner of my death, kindly keep it to yourself.

Life’s greatest virtue is its ability to surprise.

Postscript: both of the anecdotes told by Tommy Janssen. and Long-Drink McGonnigle early in “Fivesight” actually occurred, exactly as described-but not to them. Each stole his story from me (that’s all right-I’ve stolen them back). The first happened to my old college chum, Dirty Jack, and the second happened to my brother-in-law, John Moore. Honest.

Rebecca Howell stood beside the plexiglass tank that contained the corpse of her husband Archer, trembling with anticipation.

A maelstrom of conflicting emotions raged within her; fondness, yearning, awe, lust, triumphant satisfaction, fierce joy and an underlayer of fear all trying to coexist in the same skull. Perhaps no one in all human history had experienced that precise mix of emotions, for her situation was close, to unique. Because she was who and what she was, it would shortly lead her to develop the first genuinely new motive for murder in several thousand years.

“Go ahead,” she said aloud, and eight people in white crowded around the transparent cryotank with her. In practiced silence, they began doing things.

John Dimsdale touched her shoulder. “Reb,” he said softly, “come on. Let them work.”

“No.”

“Reb, the first part is not pretty. I think you should-“

“Dammit, I know that!”

“I think, “he repeated insistently, “you should come with me.”

She stiffened; and then she saw some of the things the technicians were doing. “All right. Doctor Bharadwaj!”

One of the white-suited figures looked up irritably.

“Call me before you fire the pineal. Without fail.” She led Dimsdale lead her from the room, down white tile corridors to Bharadwaj’s offices. His secretary looked up as they entered, and hastened to open the door leading into the doctor’s imier sanctum for them. Dimsdale dismissed him, and Howell sat down heavily in the luxurious desk chair, putting her feet up on Bharadwaj ‘s desk. They were both silent for perhaps ten minutes.

“Eight years,” she said finally. “Will it really work, John?”

“No reason why it shouldn’t,” he said. “Every reason why it should.”

“It’s never been done before.”

“On a human, no; not successfully. But the problems have been solved. It worked with those cats, didn’t it? And that. ape?”

“Yes, but-“

“Look, Bharadwaj knows perfectly well you’ll have his skull for an ashtray if he fails. Do you think he’d try it at all if he weren’t certain?”

After a pause she relaxed. “You’re right, of course.” She looked at him then, really seeing him for the first time that day, and her expression softened. “Thank you, John. I thank you for everything. This must be even harder for you than it-“

“Put it out of your mind.”

“I just feel so-“

“There is nothing for you to feel guilt over, Reb,” he insisted. “I’m fine. When… when love cannot possess, it is content to serve.”

She started. “Who said that?”

Dimsdale blushed. “Me,” he admitted. “About fifteen years ago.” And frequently thereafter, he added to himself. “So put it out of your mind, all right?”

She smiled. “As long as you know how grateful I am for you. I could never have maintained Archer’s empire without you.”

“Nonsense. What are your plans-after, I mean?”

“When he’s released? As few as possible. I thought perhaps he might enjoy a cruise around the world, sort of a reorientation. But I’m quite content to hole up in Luna or up in Alaska instead-or whatever he wants. As long as I’m with him, I…”

Dimsdalé knew precilely how she felt. After this week it might be weeks or years before he saw her again.

The phone rang, and he answered it.. “Right. Let’s go, Reb. They’re ready.”

The top of the cryotank had been removed now, allowing direct access to Archer Howell’s defrosted body. At present it was only a body-no longer a corpse, not yet a man. It was “alive” in a certain technical sense, in that an array of machinery circulated its blood and pumped its lungs-but it was not yet Archer Howell. Dr. Bharadwaj awaited Rebecca Howell’s command, as ordered, before firing the complex and precise charge through the pineal gland that he believed would restore independent life-function-and consciousness-to the preserved flesh.

“The new liver is in place and functioning correctly,” he told her when she arrived. “Indications aze good. Shall I-“

“At once.”

“Disconnect life support,” he snapped, and this was done. As soon as the body’s integrity had been restored, he pressed a button. The body bucked in its plexiglass cradle, then sank back limply. A technician shook her head, and Bharadwaj, sweating prodigiously, pressed the button a second time. The body spasmed again-and the eyes opened. The nostrils flared, and drew in breath; the chest expanded the fingers clenched spasmodically. Rebecca Howell cried out, Dimsdale stared with round eyes~, Bharadwaj and his support team broke Out in broad grins of relief and triumph…

And the first breath was expelled. In along, high, unmistakably infantile wail.

Rebecca Howell’s mind was both tough and resilient. The moment her subconscious decided she was ready to handle consciousness again, it threw off heavy sedation like a flannel blanket. The, physician monitoring her telemetry in the next room started violently, wondering if be could have cat-napped without realizing it.

“What’s wrong?” Dimsdale demanded.

“Nothing. Uh, she-a second ago she was deep under, and-“

“-now she’s wide awake,” Ditnsdald finished. “All right, stand by.” He got up stiffly and went to her door., “Now comes the hard part,” he said, too softly for the other to hear. Then he squared his shoulders and went in.

“Reb.”