Booming echoes； and then silence。 The mander was emerging from the vehicle at home base。
〃Listen to the word from the ivory tower； Saltus！ Listen to me！ What do you want to bet the President didn't risk his precious skin under a dining room table？ What do you want to bet that he sent a double to Camp David？ He's no Greatheart； no Bayard； he couldn't be certain of the oute。〃 Chaney stepped into the corridor。
〃We tipped him off； you idiot…we passed the word。 We told him of the plot and of his re…election。 Do you really think he has the guts to expose himself？ Knowing that he would be re…elected the next day for another four…year ride？ Do you think that； Saltus？〃
Monitoring cameras looked at him under bright lights。
In the closed…off operations room； the TDV came back for him with an explosive burst of air。
Chaney turned on his heel and walked into the shelter。 The newspapers were stacked； the gear was stored away； the clothing was neatly hung on racks。 He had arrived and was preparing to leave with scarcely a trace of his passage。
The torn envelope caught his eye…the instructions from Katrina； and his identification papers； his gate pass。 Cool； impersonal； distant…impassive； reserved。 The wife of Arthur Saltus giving him last minute instructions for the field trial。 She still lived on station； she still worked for the Bureau and the secret project…and unless the mander had been reassigned to the war theater he was living with her。
But the barracks were dark； padlocked。
Brian Chaney knew the strong conviction that he was gone…that he and the Major had left the station。 He didn't believe in crystal balls； in clairvoyance； hunches； precognition…Major Moresby could have all that claptrap to add to his library of phony prophets； but this one conviction was deeply fixed in his mind。
He was not here in November； 1980。
ELEVEN
Chaney sensed a subtle change in relationships。 It was nothing he could clearly identify； mark； pin down； but a shade of difference was there。
Gilbert Seabrooke had sponsored a victory party on the night of their return； and the President telephoned from the White House to offer his congratulations on a good job well done。 He spoke of an award； a medal to convey the grateful appreciation of a nation…even though the nation could not be informed of the stunning breakthrough。 Brian Chaney responded with a polite thank you； and held his tongue。 Seabrooke hovered nearby； watchful and alert。
The party wasn't as successful as it might have been。 Some indefinable element of spontaneity was missing； some elusive spark which； when struck； changes over an ordinary party into a memorable evening of pleasure。 Chaney would remember the celebration； but not with heady delight。 He passed over the champagne in favor of bourbon； but drank that sparingly。 Major Moresby seemed withdrawn； troubled； brooding over some inner problem； and Chaney guessed he was already preoccupied with the startling power struggle which was yet two years away。 Moresby had made a stiff； awkward little speech of thanks to the President； striving to assure him without words of his continued loyalty。 Chaney was embarrassed for him。
Arthur Saltus danced。 He monopolized Katrina； even to the point of ignoring her whispered suggestions that he give unequal time to Chaney and the Major。 Chaney didn't want to cut in。 On another evening； another party before the field trials； he could have cut in as often as he dared； but now he sensed the same subtle change in Kathryn van Hise which was sensed in the others。 The mountain of information brought back from Joliet； November 1980； had altered many viewpoints and the glossy overlay of the party could not conceal that alteration。
There was a stranger at the party； the liaison agent dispatched by the Senate submittee。 Chaney discovered the man surreptitiously watching him。
The briefing room offered the familiar tableau。
Major Moresby was again studying a map of the Chicago area。 He used a finger to mark the several major routes and backroads between Joliet and the metropolis； the finger also traced the rail line through the Chicago suburbs to the Loop。 Arthur Saltus was studying the photographs he'd brought back from Joliet。 He seemed particularly pleased with a print of an attractive girl standing on a windy street corner； half watching the cameraman and half watching for a car or a bus ing along the street behind。 The print revealed an expert's hand in position and cropping； with the girl limned in sunny backlighting。
Kathryn van Hise said： 〃Mr。 Chaney？〃
He swung around to face her。 〃Yes； Miss van Hise？〃
〃The engineers have given me firm assurance that mistake will not happen again。 They have used the time since your return to rebuild the gyroscope。 The cause has been traced to a vacuum leakage but that has been repaired。 The error is to be regretted； but it will not happen again。〃
〃But I like getting there first；〃 he protested。 〃That's the only way I can assert seniority。〃
〃It will not happen again； sir。〃
〃Maybe。 How do they know it won't？〃
Katrina studied him。
〃The next targets will each be a year apart； sir； to obtain a wider coverage。 Would you care to suggest a tentative date？〃
He betrayed surprise。 〃We may choose？〃
〃Within reason； sir。 Mr。 Seabrooke has invited each of you to suggest an appropriate date。 The original plan of the survey must be followed； of course； but he would wele your ideas。 If you would rather not suggest a date； Mr。 Seabrooke and the engineers will select one。〃
Chaney looked down the table at Major Moresby。
〃What did you take？〃
Promptly： 〃The Fourth of July； 1999。〃
〃Why that one？〃
〃It has significance； after all！〃
〃I suppose so。〃 He turned to Saltus。 〃And you？〃
〃My birthday； civilian： November 23rd； 2000。 A nice round number； don't you think？ I thought so anyway。 That will be my fiftieth birthday； and I can't think of a better way to celebrate。〃 His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper。 〃I might take a jug with me。 Live it up！〃
Chaney considered the possibilities。
Saltus broke in。 〃Now； look here； mister…don't tell Seabrooke you want to visit Jericho on the longest day of summer； ten thousand years ago！ That will get you the boot right through the front gate。 Play by the rules。 How would you like to spend Christmas in 2001？ New Year's Eve？〃
〃No。〃
〃Party…pooper。 Wet blanket。 What do you want？〃
〃I really don't care。 Anything will do。〃
〃Pick something；〃 Saltus urged。
〃Oh； just say 2000…plus。 It doesn't much matter。〃
Katrina said anxiously： 〃Mr。 Chaney； is something wrong？〃
〃Only that；〃 he said； and indicated the photographs heaped on the table before Arthur Saltus； the new packets of mimeographed papers neatly stacked before each chair。 〃The future isn't very attractive right now。〃
〃Do you wish to withdraw？〃
〃No。 I'm not a quitter。 When do we go up？〃
〃The launch is scheduled for the day after tomorrow。 You will depart at one…hour intervals。〃
Chaney shuffled the papers on the table。 〃I suppose these will have to be studied now。 We'll have to follow up。〃
〃Yes； sir。 The information you have developed on the trials has now bee a part of the survey； and it is desirable that each segment be followed to its conclusion。 We wish to know the final solutions； of course； and so you must trace these new developments。〃 She hesitated。 〃Your role in the survey has been somewhat modified； sir。〃
He was instantly wary； suspicious。 〃In what way？〃
〃You will not go into Chicago。〃
〃Not… But what the hell am I supposed to do？〃
〃You may visit any other city within range of your fifty…hour limit： Elgin； Aurora； Joliet； Bloomington； the city of your choice； but Chicago is now closed to you。〃
He stared at the woman； knowing humiliation。 〃But this is ridiculous！ The problem may be cleared away； all but forgotten twenty…two years from now。〃
〃It will not be forgotten so easily； sir。 It will be wise to observe every precaution。 Mr。 Seabrooke has decided you may not enter Chicago。〃
〃I'll resign…I'll quit！〃
〃Yes； sir； you may