“Over what?”
“The entrance to Edwards’ cave.”
“A cave?”
“The treasure cave where Edwards got his stuff.”
“Where exactly is this cave?”
The boy told Saracen and he took notes. “That’s exactly what we wanted to know,” he said, getting to his feet. He smiled at the boy and said. “You might just have saved this whole town.”
The boy’s mother shuffled along behind them to the door. “Excuse me asking,” she said with her bare toothed smile. “I just wondered… will there be any reward attached to this treasure?”
Saracen and MacQuillan returned to find chaos at the General. Military ambulances were blocking the access roads; engines were running and lights blazing while their drivers collected in small groups near the gates. Saracen found Tremaine who told him, “Ward Twenty is full, the County Isolation Unit is full and both the schools are now full. We have nowhere left to put them.”
“Then we stop admitting,” said Saracen.
“That’s what Saithe said but this is awful,” protested Tremaine. “It’s an admission of defeat and you know what will happen if there is no response from the emergency services when they are called out. The minute people find out that they are on their own it will be every man for himself.”
Saracen nodded grimly.
“Surely Beasdale must know that,” said Tremaine.
“Oh I think he does,” said Saracen quietly.
“Then why doesn’t he get new premises for the sick and bring it volunteer help?”
Saracen avoided the question with one of his own. “How many do we have out there in the ambulances?”
“Eighteen. We can’t just send them back,” pleaded Tremaine.
“We’ll bring them in and keep them in reception for the moment,” said Saracen.
“But…”
“It won’t be for long. There will be that many deaths in the next hour but we cannot admit any more.”
“Then you are admitting defeat too?” asked Tremaine.
“I am facing facts,” said Saracen. He took Tremaine to one side and told him that there would be no antiserum and why not. Tremaine’s will to argue all but evaporated and he sat down, obviously feeling weak at the news. “But the whole town will be wiped out,” he said distantly.
“There’s still a chance that it will burn itself out if we can remove the source of the outbreak,” said Saracen.
“But the Archer woman was the source of the outbreak,” said Tremaine.
“No she wasn’t,” said Saracen. “They got it all wrong.” He told Tremaine about the real source of the disease.
“But why has it never happened before?”
“Because the rat colony was never disturbed before,” said Saracen. “It was only when they started to build the flats on Palmer’s Green that they unwittingly opened up access to the rats.
“Skelmoris Abbey,” muttered Tremaine. “All these years.”
“The Curse of Skelmoris,” said Saracen. “It was plague.”
“Didn’t they burn the place to the ground in the story?” asked Tremaine.
“I suppose the rats survived in the underground cellars and passages,” said Saracen.
“What are you going to do?” asked Tremaine.
“Find the colony and wipe them out.”
“Claire might be able to help there,” said Tremaine. “She has plans of what the abbey was supposed to have looked like.”
Saracen agreed that that could prove invaluable when the time was right.
MacQuillan returned from contacting Beasdale and he and Saracen drove back down to Palmer’s Green. “What did he say when you told him?” asked Saracen.
“He kept asking about the ‘practical implications’ of the discovery,” replied MacQuillan.
“I hope you stressed the importance of having uncovered the true source of the epidemic,” said Saracen.
“Of course,” replied MacQuillan. “But I got the impression that he thinks things might just have gone too far already.”
Saracen felt a chill at what MacQuillan had said. “But he did agree to help?” he asked.
“He said he would,” said MacQuillan.
Saracen looked at the site with his notes in his hands. “That must be the bulldozer over there,” he said to MacQuillan and pointed to a silent, yellow machine near the Western edge of an apartment block. They donned their protective clothing and approached the bulldozer which was parked beside a small concrete bunker. Saracen asked what it was.
“It covers the air intake for the heating system in the flats,” said MacQuillan with a wry smile.
Saracen squatted down and peered between the tracks of the vehicle but could see nothing unusual. “Then we’ll have to move it,” said MacQuillan. MacQuillan climbed up on to one of the tracks and looked into the cabin. “The keys are in it,” he reported and climbed inside. The whir of the starter motor gave way to a roar and a cloud of diesel smoke rose into the air as the engine sprang to life. There followed a series of hydraulic jerks as MacQuillan tried a row of levers in turn before finding the gear stick. When he did the machine lurched forward ten or twelve metres before MacQuillan killed the engine and silence returned to the site.
“I don’t see anything do you?” asked MacQuillan as they both examined the ground where the bulldozer had stood.
Saracen was about to agree when he did notice something different. “These bricks,” he said. “They have been placed there.”
MacQuillan could see what Saracen meant. Bricks were hardly out of place on a building site but the six lying within a one metre area were the only ones on this side of the site. Someone had placed them there but for what purpose? Saracen moved them to one side and brushed at the dirt with his hands. Almost immediately he knew that he was on the right track because his fingers touched wood. MacQuillan helped him clear away the top layer to reveal a square block of chip board. Saracen prised it up and found a hole. “Well, well,” he said. “Edwards’ cave.”
“We’ll need torches.”
“Beasdale’s men should be here soon.”
A car drew up but it was not the army; it was Claire Tremaine. “Alan rang. I’ve brought the plans.”
“Thanks but it’s early days,” said Saracen. “All we’ve found is a hole in the ground.”
“I could help,” said Claire. “After all, holes in the ground are my speciality.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” said Saracen.
Claire put her hand on Saracen’s arm and said, “Please James, you know how much this means to me.”
“Did you inform your boss about this?” asked Saracen.
“No…there wasn’t time,” said Claire, taken by surprise at Saracen’s question.
“And being the first person in your team to find Skelmoris Abbey will do your career no harm at all,” said Saracen accusingly.
“All right, I admit there’s something in what you say,” conceded Claire.
An army LandRover arrived in a cloud of dust and interrupted them. Beasdale was in it. “I thought I had better come down and see for myself what was going on,” said Beasdale. He was speaking to Saracen but his eyes were questioning the presence of Claire Tremaine. Saracen realised this and introduced Claire. “Miss Tremaine is an archaeologist; she’s an expert on the abbey of Skelmoris and has agreed to help us with the excavations,” he said. Saracen saw the look of gratitude in Claire’s eyes and the questioning look in MacQuillan’s.
“Perhaps we can talk in the site office,” said Beasdale. “Just Doctor Saracen,” he added when MacQuillan and Claire showed signs of following. Saracen felt uncomfortable but there was no time to dwell on it. Beasdale closed the door behind them and said, “I’ve had Dr MacQuillan’s views on this new discovery now give me yours.”
“I’m sure they coincide,” said Saracen.
“Tell me anyway. I want a second opinion.” Beasdale smiled at his intended medical allusion.
“When we wipe out the source of the epidemic it will start to burn itself out.”
“But everyone will be dead by then,” said Beasdale.