fter the strike…Lake Michigan and the lands ad joining it were as radioactive as the farming area around Yungning。 They had retaliated。
But who called it in？ Who were the bandits？ What in hell were ramjets？ That was a kind of aircraft。
Voice： 〃。 。 。 Fifth Army HQ has been re…established west of the Naval Training Station； but you'll pass through our lines long before that point。 Look for the sentries。 Use care； sir。 Be alert for ramjets between your position and ours。 They are heavily armed。 Over。〃
Moresby thanked the man and went out。
The tape repeated a snapping sound that was Moresby shutting off his radio； and a moment later the tape itself went silent as he stopped the recorder。 Arthur Saltus waited…listening for a postscript of some kind when William returned from his target and checked in。 The tape went on and on repeating nothing； until at last his own voice jumped out at him： 〃Mark。〃
He was dissatisfied。 He let the machine run through the end of the reel but there was nothing more。 Moresby had not returned to the shelter…but Saltus knew he would not attempt to reach Fifth Army headquarters near Chicago； not in the bare fifty hours permitted him on target with a firefight underway somewhere outside。 He might try for Joliet if the route was secure but he certainly wouldn't penetrate far into hostile territory with a deadline over his head。 He had gone out； he hadn't e back inside。
But yet Saltus was dissatisfied。 Something nagged at his attention； something that wasn't quite right； and he stared at the tape recorder for a long time in an effort to place the wrongness。 Some insignificant little thing didn't fit smoothly into place。 Saltus rewound the tape to the beginning and played it forward a second time。 He put down the birthday bottle to listen attentively。
When it was finished he was certain of a wrongness； something on the tape plucked at his worried attention。
And yet a third time。 He hunched over the machine。
In order：
William making his preliminary report； two voices； worried over the bandits and the mortars at the northwest corner； plus the fighting at the main gate； William again； calling Chicago； Sergeant Nash responding； with a dialogue on the Chicago situation and an invitation to join them at the relocated headquarters。 A farewell word of thanks from William； and a snap of the radio being shut off； a moment later the tape itself went silent when William turned off the recorder and left the shelter…
There…that was it。
The tape went dead when the recorder was turned off。 There were no after…sounds of activity about the bench； no final message…there was nothing to indicate William had ever touched the recorder again。 He had shut off the radio and the recorder in one…two order and quit the room。 The tape should have ended there； stopped there。 It did not。 Saltus looked at his watch； squinting at the sweep hand。 He ran the tape forward yet another time； from the point when William had shut it off to the point when he turned it on again and said： 〃Mark。〃
The elapsed time was one minute； forty…four seconds。 Someone after William had done that。 Someone else had opened the shelter； pilfered the stores； donned winter clothing； and listened to the taped report。 Someone else had let the machine run on another minute and forty…four seconds before shutting it off and taking his leave。 The visitor may have returned； but William never did。
Arthur Saltus felt that fair warning。 He closed the corridor door and thumbed a manual switch to keep the shelter lights on。 An Army…issue automatic was taken from the stores and strapped around his waist。
Another mouth…filling pull from the bottle； and he rolled the tape back to his 〃Mark。〃
〃Saltus checking in。 That was my mark and this is my birthday； 23 November； in the nice round number year of 2000。 I am fifty years old but I don't look a day over twenty…five…chalk it up to clean living。 Hello； Katrina。 Hello； Chaney。 And hello to you； Mr。 Gilbert Seabrooke。 Is that nosey little man from Washington still knocking around back there？
〃I arrived at 10：55 or 11：02 something； depending on which timepiece you read。 I say something because I don't yet know if it's ack…emma or the other…I haven't put my nose outside to test the wind。 I have lost all faith in engineers and mercury protons； but they'd better not cheat me out of my full birthday。 When I walk out that door I want to see bright sunshine on the greensward…morning sunshine。 I want birds singing and rabbits rabbiting and all that jazz。
〃Katrina； the housekeeping is awfully sloppy around here： it's poor ship。 Dust on the furniture； the floors； lights burned out； empty boxes littering the place…it's a mess。 Strangers have been wandering in and out； helping themselves to the drygoods and pinching the groceries。 I guess somebody found a key to the place。
〃Everything you heard before my mark was William's report。 He didn't e back to finish it； and he didn't go up to Chicago or anywhere near there…you can rely on that。〃 The bantering tone was dropped。 〃He's outside。〃
Arthur Saltus began a straightforward recital of all that he'd found。 He ticked off the missing items from the stores； the number of empty boxes stacked haphazardly along the wall； the used water cans； the two lanterns which had seen but little service…William may have tested the one found on the bench…the debris on the floor； the insignia； and the peculiarity of the tape being rolled forward。 He invited his listeners to make the same timedelay test he'd made and then offer a better explanation if they didn't care for his。
He said： 〃And when you e up here； civilian； just double…check the stores； count the empties again to see if our visitor has been back。 And hey…arm yourself； mister。 You'd damned well better shoot straight if you have to shoot at all。 Remember something we taught you。〃
Saltus flicked off the machine to prevent the tape from listening to him take a drink…as difficult as that might be…and then flicked it on again。
〃I'm going topside to search for Wffliam…I'm going to try tailing him。 Lord only knows what I'll find after sixteen months but I'm going to try。 It's likely he did one of two things： either he'd go for Joliet to find out what he could about that Chicago thing； or he'd jump into the squabble if it was alongside。
〃If the squabble was here…on the station…I think he'd run for the northwest corner to help the Corporal； he'd have to get into the fight。〃 Short pause。 〃I'm going up to take a look at that corner； but if I don't find anything I'll run into Joliet。 I'm in the same boat now with old William…I've got to know what happened to Chicago。〃 He stared solemnly at the。 empty space in his bottle and added： 〃Katrina； this sure knocks hell out of your survey。 All that studying for nothing。〃
Saltus stopped talking but let the machine run on。
He plugged in a radio and connected the leads to the outside antenna。 After a period of band searching； he reported back to the tape recorder。
〃Radio negative。 Nothing at all on the GI channels。〃 Another slow sweep of the bands。 〃That's damned funny； isn't it？ Nobody's playing the top ten platters。〃
Saltus switched over to the civilian wavelengths and monitored them carefully。 〃The forty… and eighty…meter bands are likewise negative。 Everybody is keeping their mouths shut。 What do you suppose they're scared of？〃 He went back to a military channel and turned up the gain to peak； hearing nothing but an airy whisper。 The lack of munications nettled him。
The send button was depressed。
〃Navy boot； e in。 e in； boot； you know me… I caddied for the Admiral at Shoreacres。 Saltus calling Navy boot。 Over。〃
He reported himself two or three times on several channels。
The radio crackled a sudden mand。 〃Get off the air； you idiot！ They'll get a fix on you！〃 It went silent。
Saltus was so startled he turned off the radio。
To the tape recorder： 〃Chaney； did you hear that？ There is somebody out there！ They don't have much going for them…the power was weak； or they were a long ways off…but there is somebody out there。 Scared spitless； too。 The ramjets must have them on the run。〃