The other part of the Press, already advocating effective coastal defences, let its imagination go on the subject of pseudo-living structures that might yet be created, and demanded still better defence against the horrific possibilities thought up by its staffs.

Then the sponsor informed EBC that his fellow directors considered that their product's reputation would suffer by being a.s.sociated with this new wave of notoriety and controversy that had arisen around Dr Bocker, and proposed to cancel arrangements. Departmental Heads in EBC began to tear their hair. Time-salesmen put up the old line about any kind of publicity being good publicity. The sponsor talked about dignity, and also the risk that purchase of the product might be regarded as tacit endors.e.m.e.nt of the Bocker theory, which, he feared, might have the effect of promoting sales-resistance in the upper income brackets. EBC parried with the observation that build up publicity had already tied the names of Bocker and the product together in the public mind. Nothing would be gained from reining-in in midstream, so the firm ought to go ahead and get the best of its money's worth.

The sponsor said that his firm had attempted to make a serious contribution to knowledge and public safety by promoting a scientific expedition, not a vulgar stunt. just the night before, for instance, one of EBC's own comedians had suggested that pseudo-life might explain a long-standing mystery concerning his mother-in-law, and if this kind of thing was going to be allowed, etc... etc... EBC promised that it would not contaminate their air in future, and pointed out that if the series on the expedition were dropped after the promises that had been made, a great many consumers in all income-brackets were likely to feel that the sponsor's firm was unreliable...

Members of the BBC displayed an infuriatingly courteous sympathy to any members of our staff whom they chanced to meet.

People kept on popping their heads into the room where I was trying to work, and giving me the latest from the front; usually advising me to omit or include this or that aspect according to the way the battle was going at the moment. Through everything ran a nervous realisation that the archrivals might come out with an eyewitness at any moment and ruin our thunder-the courteousness seemed suspiciously urbane. After a couple of days of the atmosphere there I decided to stay at home and do the work there.

But there was still the telephone bringing suggestions and swift changes of policy. We did our best. We wrote and rewrote, trying to satisfy all parties. Two or three hurried conferences with Bocker himself were explosive. He spent most of the time threatening to throw the whole thing up because EBC too obviously would not trust him near a live microphone, and was insisting on recordings.

At last, however, the scripts were finished. We were too tired of them to argue any more. When the first of them did get on the air at last, it sounded to us like something misplaced from Mummy's Angel's Half-Hour. We packed hurriedly and departed blasphemously for the peace and seclusion of Cornwall.

The first noticeable thing as we approached Rose Cottage, 268.6 miles this time, was an innovation.

"Good heavens!" I said. "We've got a perfectly good one indoors. If I am expected to come and sit out in a draught there just because a lot of your compost-minded friends-"

"That," Phyllis told me, coldly, "is an arbour."

I looked at it more carefully. The architecture was unusual. One wall gave an impression of leaning a little.

"Why do we want an arbour?" I enquired.

Why, one of us might like to work there on a warm day. It keeps the wind off, and stops papers blowing about."

"Oh," I said.

With a defensive note, she added: "After all, when one is bricklaying one has to build something."

Logical enough, I supposed, but there was a haunting feeling that it did not start from quite the right premise. I a.s.sured her that as arbours went, it was a very nice arbour. I had just not been expecting an arbour, that was all.

"It was not a kind conclusion to jump to," she said, huffily.

There are times when I wonder whether the two of us are quite as well en rapport as I like to hope. The use of the word 'kind', for instance, in the circ.u.mstances... But I was able to a.s.sure her that I thought it very clever of her: and I did; I don't suppose I myself could have got one brick to stick to another.

It was a relief to be back. Hard to believe that such a place as Escondida existed at all. Still harder to believe in sea-tanks and giant coelenterates, pseudo or not. Yet, somehow, I did not find myself able to relax as I had hoped.

On the first morning Phyllis dug out the fragments of the frequently neglected novel and took them off, with a faintly defiant air, to the arbour. I pottered about, wondering why the sense of peace wasn't seeping in upon me quite as I had hoped. The Cornish sea still lapped immemorially at the rocks. It could thunder, it could menace, it could wreck good ships when it had a mind to; but these were old, natural hazards. They made places like Escondida seem frivolous, even in conception; such places belonged to a different world, one where it was not altogether surprising that freakish things should happen. But Cornwall was not frivolous. It was real and solid. The centuries pa.s.sed over it unsensationally. The waves gnawed steadily at it, but slowly. When the sea killed its inhabitants it was because they had challenged it: not because it challenged them. It was hard indeed to imagine our home sea sp.a.w.ning such morbid novelties as had slid up the Caribbean beaches of Escondida. Bocker seemed, in recollection, like an impish sprite who had had a power of hallucination. Out of his range, the world was a more sober, better-ordered place. At least, so it appeared for the moment, though the extent to which it was not was increasingly borne in upon me during the next few days as I emerged from our particular concern to take a more general look at it.

The national air-lift was working now, though on a severe schedule of primary necessities. It had been discovered that two large air-freighters working on a rapid shuttle-service could bring in only a little less than the average cargo boat could carry in the same length of time, but the cost was high. In spite of the rationing system the cost of living had already risen by about two hundred per cent. The aircraft factories were working all round the clock to produce the craft which would bring the overheads down, but the demand was so great that the schedule of priorities was unlikely to be relaxed for a considerable time, possibly several years. Harbours were choked with the ships that were laid up either because the crews refused to work them, or the owners refused to pay the insurance rate. Dockers deprived of work were demonstrating and fighting for the guaranteed wages, while their union temporised and vacillated. Seamen, out of work through no fault of their own, joined them in demanding basic pay as a right. Airport staff pressed for higher pay. Cancellation of shipyard work brought thousands more demanding continuation of pay. Aircraft workers were threatening to come out in support. reduced demand for steel reduced the demand for coal. It was proposed to close certain impoverished pits, whereat the entire industry struck, in protest.

The petrels of Muscovy, finding the climate bracing, declared through their accustomed London mouthpiece, and disseminated by all the usual channels, their view that the shipping crisis was largely a put-up job. The West, they declared, had seized upon and magnified a few maritime inconveniences as an excuse to carry out a vastly enlarged programme of air-power.

With trade restricted to essentials, half a dozen financial conferences were in almost permanent session. Ill-feeling and tempers were rising here and there where a disposition to make the delivery of necessities conditional on the acceptance of a proportion of luxuries was perceptible. There was undoubtedly some hard bargaining going on, and there would, equally without doubt, be some far-sighted concessions that the public would only learn about later on.

A few ships could still be found in which crews, at fortune-making wages, would dare the deep water, but the insurance rate pushed cargo prices up to a level at which only the direst need would pay, so that they were largely voyages of bravado.

Somebody somewhere had perceived in an enlightened moment that every vessel lost had been power-driven, and a ramp in sailing craft of every size and type had gone into operation all round the world. There was a proposal to ma.s.s-produce clipper ships, but little disposition to believe that the emergency would last long enough to warrant the investment.

In the back-rooms of all maritime countries the boys were still hard at work. Every week saw new devices being tried out, some with enough success for them to be put into production-though only to be taken out of production again when it was shown that they had been rendered unreliable in some way, if not actually countered. Nevertheless, it was being recognised by a scientifically-minded age that even magicians may have sticky relays sometimes. That the boffins would come through with the complete answer one day was not to be doubted-and, always, it might be tomorrow.

From what I had been hearing, the general faith in boffins was now somewhat greater than the boffins" faith in themselves. Their shortcomings as saviours were beginning to oppress them. Their chief difficulty was not so much infertility of invention as lack of information. They badly needed more data, and could not get them. One of them had remarked to me: "If you were going to make a ghost-trap, how would you set about it?-particularly if you had not even a small ghost to practise on." They had become ready to grasp at any straw which may have been the reason why it was only among a section of the boffins that Bocker's theory of pseudo-biotic forms received any serious consideration.

As for the sea-tanks, the more lively papers were having a great time with them, so were the newsreels. Selected parts of the Escondida films were included in our scripted accounts on EBC. A small footage was courteously presented to the BBC for use in its news-reel, with appropriate acknowledgement. In fact, the tendency to play the things up to an extent which was creating alarm puzzled me until I discovered that in certain quarters almost anything which diverted attention from the troubles at home was considered worthy of encouragement. Sea-tanks were particularly suitable for this purpose; their sensation value was high, and unattended by those embarra.s.sments which sometimes result from the policy of directing restive attention abroad.

Their depredations, however, were becoming increasingly serious. In the short time since we had left Escondida raids had been reported from ten or eleven places in the Caribbean area, including a township on Puerto Rico. A little further afield, only rapid action by Bermudan-based American aircraft had scotched an attack there. But this was small-scale stuff compared with what was happening on the other side of the world. Accounts, apparently reliable, spoke of a series of attacks on the east coasts of j.a.pan. Raids by a dozen or more sea-tanks had taken place on Hokkaido and Honshu. Reports from further south, in the Banda Sea area, were more confused, but obviously related to a considerable number of raids upon various scales. Mindanao capped the lot by announcing that four or five of its eastern coastal towns had been raided simultaneously, an operation which must have employed at least sixty sea-tanks.

For the inhabitants of Indonesia and the Philippines, scattered upon innumerable islands set in deep seas, the outlook was very different from that which faced the British, sitting high on their Continental shelf with a shallow North Sea, showing no signs of abnormality, at their backs. Among the Islands, reports and rumours skipped like a running fire until each day there were more thousands of people forsaking the coasts and fleeing inland in panic. A similar trend, though not yet on the panic scale, was apparent in the West Indies.

Catching up on the news, the gravity of it came home to me more strongly. I began to feel that I had been taking it all rather as the readers of the more irresponsible papers were still taking it. I started to see a far larger pattern than I had ever imagined. The reports argued the existence of hundreds, perhaps thousands of these sea-tanks-numbers that indicated not simply a few raids, but a campaign.

"They must provide defences, or else give the people the means to defend themselves," I said. "You can't preserve your economy in a place where everybody is scared stiff to go near the seaboard. You must somehow make it possible for people to work and live there."

"n.o.body knows where they will come next, and you have to act quickly when they do," said Phyllis. "That would mean letting people have arms."

"Well, then, they should give them arms. d.a.m.n it, it isn't a function of the State to deprive its people of the means of self-protection."

"Isn't it?" said Phyllis, reflectively.

"What do you mean?"

"Doesn't it sometimes strike you as odd that all our governments who loudly claim to rule by the will of the people are willing to run almost any risk rather than let their people have arms? Isn't it almost a principle that a people should not be allowed to defend itself, but should be forced to defend its Government? The only people I know who are trusted by their Government are the Swiss, and being landlocked they don't come into this."

I was puzzled. The response was off her usual key. She was looking tired, too.

"What's wrong, Phyl?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, except that at times I get sick of putting up with all the shams and the humbug, and pretending that the ties aren't lies, and the propaganda isn't propaganda, and the dirt isn't dirt. I'll get over it again... Don't you sometimes wish that you had been born into the Age of Reason, instead of into the Age of the Ostensible Reason? I think that they are going to let thousands of people be killed by these horrible things rather than risk giving them powerful enough weapons to defend themselves. And they'll have rows of arguments why it is best so. What do a few thousands, or a few millions of people matter? Women will just go on making the loss good. But Governments are important one mustn't risk them."

"Darling-"

"There'll be token arrangements, of course. Small garrisons in important places, perhaps. Aircraft standing-by on call and they will come along after the worst of it has happened-when men and women have been tied into bundles and rolled away by those horrible things, and girls have been dragged over the ground by their hair, like poor Muriel, and people have been pulled apart, like that man who was caught by two of them at once-then the aeroplanes will come, and the authorities will say they were sorry to be a bit late, but there are technical difficulties in making adequate arrangements. That's the regular kind of get-out, isn't it?"

"But, Phyl, darling-"

"I know what you are going to say, Mike, but I am scared. n.o.body's really doing anything. There's no realisation, no genuine attempt to change the pattern to meet it. The ships are driven off the deep seas; goodness knows how many of these sea-tank things are ready to come and s.n.a.t.c.h people away. They say: "Dear, dear! Such a loss of trade," and they talk and talk and talk as if it'll all come right in the end if only they can keep on talking long enough. When anybody like Bocker suggests doing something he's just howled down and called a sensationalist, or an alarmist. How many people do they regard as the proper wastage before they must do anything?"

"But they are trying, you know, Phyl-"

"Are they? I think they're balancing things all the time." What is the minimum cost at which the political set-up can be preserved in present conditions? How much loss of life will the people put up with before they become dangerous about it? Would it be wise or unwise to declare martial law, and at what stage? On and on, instead of admitting the danger and getting to work. Oh, I could-" She stopped suddenly. Her expression changed. "Sorry, Mike. I shouldn't have gone off the handle like that. I must be tired, or something." And she took herself off with a decisive air of not wanting to be followed.

The outburst disturbed me badly. I hadn't seen her in a state anything like that for years. Not since the baby died.

The next morning didn't do anything to rea.s.sure me. I came round the corner of the cottage and found her sitting in that ridiculous arbour. Her arms lay on the table in front of her, her head rested on them, with her hair straying over the littered pages of the novel. She was weeping forlornly, steadily.

I raised her chin, and kissed her.

"Darling-darling, what is it-?"

She looked back at me with the tears still running down her cheeks. She said, miserably: "I can't do it, Mike. It won't work."

She looked mournfully at the written pages. I sat down beside her, and put an arm round her.

"Never mind, Sweet, it'll come..."

"It won't, Mike. Every time I try, other thoughts come instead. I'm frightened." She gave me a curiously intense look. I tightened my arm.

"There's nothing to be frightened about, darling."

She kept on looking at me closely. "You're not frightened?" she said, oddly.

"We're stale," I said. "We stewed too much over those scripts. Let's go over to the north coast, it ought to be good for surf-boards today."

She dabbed at her eyes. "All right," she said, with unusual meekness.

It was a good day. The wind and the waves and the exercise brought more colour into her cheeks, and neither of us pecked at our lunch. We reached the stage where I felt that I could hopefully suggest that she should see a doctor. Her refusal came pat. She was feeling a whole lot better. Everything would be all right in a day or two.

We idled the rest of the day away on a leisurely course which brought us back to Rose Cottage about nine-thirty in the evening. While Phyllis went to warm up some coffee, I turned on the radio. With a touch of disloyalty I tried the BBC first and got in on the early lines of a play in which it seemed likely that Gladys Young was going to be a possessive mother, so I turned to the EBC. I found it engaged in putting forth one of those highly monotonous programmes that it unblushingly calls variety. However, I let it run.

A plugged number finished. Somebody I had never heard of was introduced as my ever-popular old friend, So-and-So. There were a few preliminary runs on a guitar, then a voice began to sing: Oh, I'm burning my brains in the backroom, Almost setting my cortex alight- It was a moment before my surprise registered, then I turned and stared incredulously at the set: To find a new thing to go crack-boom!

And blow up a xen.o.bathite!

There was a crash behind me. I turned to see Phyllis in the doorway, the coffee things on the floor at her feet. Her face was puckering, and she sagged. I caught her, and helped her to a chair. The radio was still going: ...

technical journals, And now I'm just starting to pray.

I leaned over and switched it off. They must have got the song somehow from Ted. Phyllis wasn't crying. She just sat there shaking all over.

"I've given her a sedative, so she'll sleep now. What she must have is a complete rest and a change," said the doctor.

"That's what we're having," I pointed out.

He regarded me thoughtfully.

"You, too, I think," he said.

"I'm all right," I told him. "I don't understand this. She had a shock, and she was hurt, but that was right at the beginning of it. After that, she was unconscious. She seemed to get over it quite soon, and she really knows no more of the rest than anyone else who has seen the films. Though, of course, we have been rather steeping in it."

He continued to look at me seriously.

"You saw it all," he remarked. "You dream about it, don't you?"

"It has given me a few bad nights, "I admitted.

He nodded. "More than that. You've been going over it again and again in your sleep?" he suggested. "Particularly you have been concerned with somebody called Muriel, and with a man who was torn to pieces?"

"Well, yes," I agreed. "But I haven't talked to her about it. I'd rather forget it."

"Some people don't easily forget things like that. They arc apt to break through when one is asleep."

"You mean I've been talking in my sleep?"

"A lot, I gather."

"I see. You mean that's why she-?"

"Yes. Now I'm going to give you the address of a friend of mine in Harley Street. I want you both to go up to London tomorrow, and see him the next day. I'll fix it up for you."

"Very well," I agreed. "You know, it wasn't the thing itself that worried me so much as the pressure of getting the scripts out afterwards. That's relaxed now."

"Possibly," he said. "All the same, I think you should go and see him."

There was something wrong, and I knew it. I didn't admit to the doctor, though I did to the Harley Street man, that it was more often Phyllis than Muriel that I saw being dragged along by her hair, and more often her than an unknown man that I saw being pulled to pieces. As a quid pro quo he told me that Phyllis had been spending most of her nights listening to me and dissuading me from jumping out of the window to interfere in these imaginary happenings.

So I agreed to go out of circulation for a time.

Nirvana is for the few; nevertheless, the old minor house in Yorkshire to which my advice led me managed to induce a pa.s.sable temporary subst.i.tute. The first few days without newspapers, without radio, without letters, had a purgatorially fretful quality, but after that came an almost physical sense of taut springs relaxing. As the feeling of urgency receded my values and perspective shifted. Exercise, open air, a complete change of pattern led to a feeling of having changed gear; the engine began to settle down to a more comfortable running-speed. There was a great simplification. One seemed to grow fresher and cleaner within, larger, too, and less pushable-around. There was a new sense of stability. A very comfortable, easy pattern it was; habit-forming, I imagine.

Certainly, in six weeks I had become addicted and might have continued longer had a twenty-mile thirst not happened to take me into a small pub close upon six o'clock one evening.

While I was standing at the bar with the second pint the land-lord turned on the radio, the archrival's news-bulletin. The very first item shattered the ivory tower that I had been gradually building. The voice said: "The roll of those missing in the Oviedo-Santander district is still incomplete, and it is thought by the Spanish authorities that it may never be completely definitive. Official spokesmen admit that the estimate of 3,200 casualties, including men, women, and children, is conservative, and may be as much as fifteen or twenty per cent below the actual figure.

"Messages of sympathy from all parts of the world continue to pour into Madrid. Among them are telegrams from San Jose, Guatemala, from Salvador, from La Serena, Chile, from Bunbury, Western Australia, and from numerous islands in both the East and West Indies which have themselves suffered attacks no less horrible, though smaller in scale, than those inflicted upon the north Spanish coast.

"In the House today, the Leader of the Opposition, in giving his party's support for the feelings of sympathy with the Spanish people expressed by the Prime Minister, pointed out that the casualties in the third of this series of raids, that upon Gijon would have been considerably more severe had the people not taken their defence into their own hands. The people, he said, were ent.i.tled to defence. It was a part of the business of government to provide them with it. If a government neglected that duty, no one could blame a people for taking steps for its self-protection.

"It would be much better, however, to be prepared with an organised force. Since time out of mind we had maintained armed forces to deal with threats by other armed forces. Since 1829 we had maintained an efficient police-force to deal with internal threats. But it appeared that we had now become so administratively barren, so inventively infertile, so corporately costive that we were unable to produce the means of giving the dwellers upon our coasts that security to which their membership of this great nation ent.i.tled them.

"It seemed to the members of the Opposition that the Government, having failed to fulfil its election pledges, was now about to belie the very name of its party by its reluctance to consider means which would conserve even the lives of its electors. If this were not so, then it would appear that the policy of conservation was being carried to a length which scarcely distinguished it from n.i.g.g.ardliness. It was high time that measures were taken to ensure that the fate which had overtaken dwellers upon the littorals, not only in Spain, but in many other parts of the world as well, could not fall upon the people of these islands.

"The Prime Minister, in thanking the Opposition for its expression of sympathy, would a.s.sure them that the Government was actively watching the situation. The exact steps that would, if necessary, be taken would have to be dictated by the nature of the emergency, if one should arise. These, he said, were deep waters: there was much consolation to be found in the reflection that the British Isles lay in shallow waters.

"The name of Her Majesty the Queen headed the list of subscribers to the fund opened by the Lord Mayor of London for the relief-"

The landlord reached over, and switched off the set.

"Cor!" he remarked, with disgust. "Makes yer' sick. Always the b.l.o.o.d.y same. Treat you like a lot of b.l.o.o.d.y kids. Same during the b.l.o.o.d.y war. b.l.o.o.d.y Home Guards all over the place waiting for b.l.o.o.d.y parachutists, and all the b.l.o.o.d.y ammunition all b.l.o.o.d.y well locked up. Like the Old Man said one time: his b.l.o.o.d.y-self, 'What kind of a b.l.o.o.d.y people do they think we are?'-"

I offered him a drink, told him I had been away from any news for days, and asked what had been going on. Stripped of its adjectival monotony, and filled out by information I gathered later, it amounted to this: In the past weeks the scope of the raids had widened well beyond the tropics. At Bunbury, a hundred miles or so south of Fremantle in Western Australia, a contingent of fifty or more sea-tanks had come ash.o.r.e and into the town before any alarm was given. A few nights later La Serena, in Chile, was taken similarly by surprise. At the same time in the Central American area the raids had ceased to be confined to islands, and there had been a number of incursions, large and small, upon both the Pacific and Gulf coasts. In the Atlantic, the Cape Verde Islands had been repeatedly raided, and the trouble spread northward to the Canaries and Madeira. There had been a few small-scale a.s.saults, too, on the bulge of the African coast.