Alice: The Girl From Earth - Булычев Кир - Страница 42

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The flowers were destroyed. The Blabberyap bird had vanished. We were back to square one. How could we help the Captain? I reached for the microphone and called Poloskov.

“Gennady,” I said, “we’ve got a complication. Where are you now, exactly?”

“Flying over the planet’s north pole. Haven’t seen anything yet. What happened back there?”

“No time to tell now. In general, we’ve used the mirror flowers to find out what happened here four years ago. Or more precisely, almost. Someone managed to break all the mirrors at just the right moment. We need more mirror flowers. How long would it take you to reach the field?”

“About twenty minutes.” Poloskov said. “But then I’d still have to decelerate and land.”

“Then don’t bother about it.” I said. “Continue your flight.”

“I don’t think so.” Poloskov answered. “I’m returning to the Pegasus now. If someone managed to destroy the flowers it means they’re still on the ship you have enemies right outside. Don’t take any actions without me.”

“Fine.” I agreed.

When I put down the microphone Alice said:

“The faster we get to the field the better.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Isn’t that obvious? To get new flowers. Their secret must be so important…”

“But…”

“Let me go there in the flitter.” Zeleny said. “Nothing will happen to me. I’ll dissect down to the year four layer and let you know right away…”

“I’m with Zeleny.” Alice said.

“I have no doubt you are!” I snapped back. “But we will wait for Poloskov. He has the landing boat and we can get to the field far faster than in the all terrain vehicle. And the worst thing we could do now would be to split up. And in the mean time we’ll look around and see how anyone could have gotten aboard the Pegasus at all to destroy the mirror flowers.

I went out into the corridor and headed for the airlock. If the airlock was closed, it meant that our malefactor was still aboard the Pegasus, hiding. If it was open it meant that someone had boarded our ship, performed his odious deed, and ran off. But I did not believe this very much. The perpetrator would have had to have gotten aboard the ship, found his way to our crew’s lounge, just to destroy all the flowers. And how was he able to know to do this while we were all busy looking at the flowers’s layers from four years ago? How could they have guessed? I could not understand this thug was able to hide himself on the ship and had found out we were about to solve the mystery of the Second Captain.

But who could it have been? Zeleny, Alice and I had all been in the laboratory together. If you ignore the Empathicator… Ah yes, the Empathicator! He had bumped Zeleny’s elbow.

“No, it couldn’t have been the Empathicator. True, he is a very sensitive creature, but really, he’s must an animal, that’s all he is, no more He can’t even speak. Or perhaps he doesn’t want to.”

Then I was at the airlock. Booth airlock doors were wide open.

All my theories came crashing down in tiny shards. There was just now way they could hold together. If I had just bothered to search my memory a little more I would have remembered that the Empathicator had not left us for a second and therefore could not have broken the mirrors in the crew’s lounge.

The airlock was wide open, and the mysterious malefactor had left our ship, carrying with him our precious Blabberyap bird. Perhaps the very last Blabberyap bird in all Creation.

The sun beamed down onto the meadow in front of the ship, the bushes were a palette of colors and birds were singing. Peace and contentment. It was even difficult to credit the idea that any very untoward events had occurred here recently.

I glanced up at the sky? Could that be Poloskov up there? Poloskov as not due for some time. So high it was right beneath the clouds themselves the Crockadee bird was circling overhead.

“Help me, Captains!” I suddenly head a familiar voice. “Forward into the breach dear friends, forward!”

“Where are you, Blabberyap?” I shouted. “Do you need help? I’m coming!”

“‘The grand old Duke of York, he had ten thousand men,’“ the voice of the Blabberyap sang from the bushes in the voice of the First Captain, “‘he marched them all up a hill, and marched them down again.’“

I hurried toward the bird’s voice, pushed aside the bushes and saw the Blabberyap bird. The bird could not fly because hew as holding onto the heavier diamond backed turtle with his front beak. He steadied himself with his feet, wings, and with his free beak he sang songs and called for help.

“There you are, thank goodness!” I said. “Thank heavens. And here were beginning to get worried that you’d vanished again.”

The Blabberyap bird proudly fluttered and then carefully folded its wings. It had done its job.

I picked up the turtle.

“Smart bird!” I told the Blabberyap. “You saw our prankster was running away, chased after it, caught it and dragged it home. For this you deserve five pieces of sugar tonight, no less.”

I headed back to the ship. The Blabberyap slowly followed as if on parade, all the time preening mightily.

“And you, stupid.” I turned to the turtle. “You forgot everything. Who is going to feed you here? Have you forgotten you are a rare animal and belong to the Moscow Zoo? And there is really no where for you to run away to around here…”

Just then I heard the rustle of wings over my head and in two jumps I had cleared the airlock. I had already learned what the Crockadee sounded like in flight. The Blabberyap Bird made it into the airlock with me and we slammed the door behind us. Then the two of us sat on the floor in front of the lock to catch our breaths, while the Crockadee meanwhile pecked at the sealed airlock door from the outside with its iron beak.

Alice and Zeleny met us in the corridor. They had become worried at my absence.

“All’s well that ends well.” I told them. “It turns out our Blabberyap Bird is a genius. It saw that the diamond backed turtle had gone off on a trip all by itself, chased it down, and brought it home. Here, look how frightened the turtle is?”

The turtle was kicking its legs and trying to break free from my grip.

“And how did the turtle manage to get outside?” Alice wondered. “The airlocks were closed.”

“Nothing astonishing about that.” I answered. “The one who broke the mirror flowers opened the airlocks.”

“And where did they get the ship’s key? And anyway, where is the Pegasus’s electronic key? It was hanging in the crew’s lounge.”

“This mystery would challenge Sherlock Holmes.” Zeleny said.

“Oh, I can solve it.” Alice answered. “I know the answer.”

“Well, what is it you know?”

“The solution to the mystery is in your hands.”

I looked at my hands. They were busy holding onto the diamond backed turtle.

“I don’t get it.” I said.

“Take a look at what its hiding in its beak.”

The turtle’s head was pulled up inside the carapace, but the small end of the Pegasus’s electric key was peaking out a little. I pulled on the key. The turtle fought back, holding onto it for dear life, and I was forced to use some strength before I could claim the key back. At that something in the turtle snapped, and its legs rolled out from inside the shell and hung lifelessly.

“Now that is interesting.” Zeleny said. “Give me the turtle. I’ll take a look and see what sort of song this bird sings.”

I still didn’t quite understand what exactly was going on, but I passed the dead turtle to the engineer and, perturbed, hung the key back in its spot. Zeleny lay the turtle on the table, pulled a screw driver from inside his jacket, and, having first examined the turtle from all sides, moved the screwdriver to beneath the shell. The shell gave a click, like the roof of a watch case, and flopped to one side, and I got a glimpse of a host of elements: memory cells, atomic batteries. The turtle turned out to be artificial, a manufactured miniature robot.

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