Steal The Sun(战争间谍)-第7章

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but　he　felt　adrenaline　sliding　into　his　blood　and　questions　hammering　in　his　mind。
“Those　are　your　orders；”　said　Groves；　smiling。
Finn　shook　his　head　in　disbelief。　“I’d　like　those　orders　in　writing。”
“So　would　I；　Captain。　So　would　I。　But　neither　of　us　will　get　them。”　He　looked　at　Finn　with　eyes
that　were　sane　and　desperately　tired。　“The　President　has　been　pressured　into　offering　the　Japs　a
preview　of　what　hell　will　be　like　if　they　don’t　surrender。”
“If　the　President　read　my　Okinawa　report；　he　knows　there’s　nothing　we　can　teach　the　Japs　about
hell。”
Groves　looked　down。　He　fiddled　with　the　chocolate　box；　lifting　and　replacing　the　lid。　His
expression　was　haunted；　his　hands　clumsy。　Finn　had　seen　other　men　act　like　that　when　caught
between　two　conflicting　impera…　tives。　Finn　sensed　that　one　imperative　was　Groves’　legendary
obsession　with　secrecy；　the　other　was　a　direct　order　to　forgo　secrecy。　Finn　would　have　had　more
sympathy；　had　he　not　guessed　that　he　was　caught　in　the　same　box。
“Christ　on　a　crutch！”　Groves　snarled；　staring　at　Finn。　“I　never　know　what　you’re　thinking　and
I’ve　got　to　know　before　I　trust　you　with　the　whole　goddamn　world！”
Finn　waited　tensely；　but　Groves　did　not　continue。　“I’m　thinking；”　said　Finn　at　last；　“that　you’re　a
man　in　a　box。　I’m　thinking　that　I’m　in　the　same　box。　I’m　thinking　that　I　wish　to　hell　I　had　some
idea　how　big　the　goddamn　box　is！”
“As　big　as　the　world。　As　small　as　an　atom。”　Groves　laughed　oddly；　watching　Finn。　“No；　I’m　not
crazy　–　no　crazier　than　I　have　to　be　to　get　the　job　done。　You’ve　got　a　head　full　of　questions
about　Los　Alamos　and　the　bomb　and　Kestrel　and　you　and　me；　but　believe　me；　you　don’t　want
to　know　the　answers；　not　really；　because　then　you’ll　be　as　crazy　as　I　am。　You’ll　have　to　measure
every　blink；　every　breath；　every　thought　you　have　or　don’t　have　against　one　awesome　truth：　in
your　hands　will　be　the　power　to　save　or　lose　a　world。　Not　just　a　war；　Captain。　A　world。”
The　hair　on　Finn’s　arms　and　neck　moved　in　an　animal　reflex。　He　wanted　to　believe　that　Groves
was　insane；　because　no　man　should　have　the　power　to　save　or　lose　a　world。　Yet　he　did　not　want
to　believe　that　the　most　secret　project　in　America；　the　project　he　was　sworn　to　protect；　was　in
the　hands　of　a　madman。
Finn　did　not　know　which　alternative　was　worse　–　Groves　sane　or　Groves　insane。　Finn　was　not
even　sure　he　wanted　to　choose。　All　he…was　sure　of　was　that　his　body　was　flushed　with　adrenaline；
poised　to　fight；　to　kill；　to　flee　if　necessary；　jungle　reflexes　screaming　at　him　until　he　sweated；　but
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there　was　nothing　to　fight；　nothing　to　flee；　nothing　to　do　but　sit　and　listen　to　a　man　who　might
or　might　not　be　mad。
“Welcome　to　the　Manhatten　Project；”　said　Groves；　watching　Finn。　“That　was　just　the　start。
You’re　going　to　hear　it　all；　beginning　to　end；　and　then　you’ll　know　why　for　the　next　few　weeks
you’ll　be　the　most　important　man　on　earth。”　He　smiled　and　gestured　toward　a　hot　plate　on　top
of　a　filing　cabinet。　“Pour　us　some　coffee；　Captain。”
“It　should　be　tea；”　said　Finn　as　he　handed　Groves　a　cup。　Then　Finn　took　his　cup；　sat　down；　and
stared　at　the　General。　“Convince　me　that　I’m　not　in　Wonderland。”
“And　that　I’m　not　the　Mad　Hatter？”　Groves’　smile　was　grim。　“That　shouldn’t　take　long。　The
OSS　reports　that　the　Russians　are　gearing　up　to　invade　Japan　and　plan　on　taking　China　along　the
way。”
Finn　nodded。　He　had　guessed　as　much。　It　was　Stalin’s　style　to　take　and　control。　But　Finn　knew
the　Russians；　if　they　held　that　much　of　the　world；　there　would　be　no　peace　until　America　was
annihilated。
“The　only　way　we　can　prevent　that　is　to　end　the　war　before　the　Russians　can　invade　China　or
Japan；”　continued　Groves；　“or　before　we’re　sucked　into　invading　Japan　ourselves。　The　only　way
we　can　do　that　is　to　use　the　atomic　bomb　to　end　the　war。”　Groves　looked　haunted　for　a
moment。　“Assuming　the　damn　things　works；”　he　muttered。　“No；　it　will　work。　It　has　to！”
“What　do　you　mean？　Aren’t　you　sure？”
A　curt　gesture　from　Groves　silenced　Finn。
“Later；”　said　Groves。　“For　now；　just　listen。”　His　voice　became　angry；　then　thickened　with
contempt　as　he　spoke。　“A　few　of　our　own　scientists　are　petitioning　the　President　not　to　use　the
bomb。　They　act　as　though　it’s　morally　superior　to　kill　the　enemy　one　by　one　with　bayonets。”
“And　then；”　he　continued；　“there　are　the　scientists　who　want　to　arrange　a　demonstration　–　invite
the　Japs　over；　explode　the　bomb；　and　then　say；　‘Now　that　we’ve　frightened　you；　why　don’t　you
be　nice　boys　and　surrender。’”　Groves　grinned。　“Scientists。”
“Perhaps　they　have　the　right　idea。　Seeing　the　equivalent　of　20；000　tons　of　TNT　go　up　at　once
might　make　even　the　most　fanatical　soldier　surrender。”
Groves　looked　sour。　“Maybe；　maybe　not。　But　between　the　sob　sisters　crying　not　to　use　the
bomb；　and　the　gun　soldiers　crying　about　their　guts…and…glory　invasion；　Truman　has　his　ass　in　a
sling。　Politics　–　God；　the　messes　the　politicians　get　us　into。”　Groves　glared　at　Finn。　“So　there
will　be　a　demonstration；　and　it　by　God　better　work！”
Groves　unlocked　a　drawer；　reached　in　and　pulled　out　a　thin　file。　“The　test　is　scheduled　for　0200
on　the　16th。　Two　days　from　now。　I　want　this　Jap　spy　to　see　it；　but　I　don’t　want　him　to　know　we
want　him　to　see　it。　I’ll　give　you　as　many　men　as　you　need　to　track　him　down。”
“More　warning　would　have　helped；”　said　Finn。　“If　he’s　any　good；　he’ll　smell　a　setup。”
“Truman　didn’t　make　up　his　mind　until　yesterday。　I　called　you　in　immediately。”
Finn　took　the　folder　and　read　it　quickly。　There　was　little　hard　information；　a　testimony　to　the
Japanese　spy’s　skill　and　elusiveness。　Once　the　padding　of　speculation　was　stripped　away；　all　that
remained　was　that　Kestrel　had　been　born　of　an　old　Japanese　family；　had　been　raised　in　the
samurai　tradition；　entered　the　Imperial　Army　as　an　officer；　studied　physics　in　the　United　States；
spied　in　Lisbon　and　was　a　master　of　unarmed　combat。
There　was　one　picture；　taken　when　Kestrel　graduated　from　the　University　of　California　at
Berkeley。　The　picture　was　twelve　years　old；　but　Finn　recognized　the　man　he　had　seen　in　the
Green　Parrot。　The　clean　line　of　the　chin；　the　tilt　of　the　head；　the　alert　eyes；　the　smile　that　was
confident　without　being　aggressive　–　all　were　unchanged　by　the　years　between　Berkeley　and
Juarez。
“Is　that　the　man　you　saw？”　asked　Groves。
“Yes。　He　was　in　the　Green　Parrot　yesterday；　talking　to　a　Mexican　whore　called　Rubia。　She’s　very
good　at　sucking　information　out　of　GIs。　She　gives　the　information　to　Refugio　and　he　sells　it　to
whoever　is　interested。　I’ll　just　make　sure　that　Rubia　gets　the　right　information。”
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“Won’t　she　be　suspicious？”
“You　haven’t　seen　my　agent。　Twenty　and　looks　fifteen。　That　red…headed　son　of　a　bitch　is　the　only
person　I　know　who　lies　better　than　a　whore。　He’s　been　to　Rubia　a　lot　lately。　She　won’t　be
suspicious。”
Groves　grimaced。　“I　don’t　like　depending　on　a　prostitute。”
“She’s　just　the　bait。　I’ll　give　Kestrel　the　hook　myself；　through　a　more　reliable　source。　Ana
Oshiga；　Takagura　Omi’s　secretary。”
“That　traitorous　bitch；”　muttered　Groves。
“If　Kestrel　is　any　good　as　a　spy　–　and　that　skinny　file　says　he’s　damn　good　–　he’ll　have　collected
enough　information　by　now　to　be　red　hot　on　the　subject　of　Los　Alamos。　And　he’s　a　samurai　as
well　as　a　spy。　What　I’ll　tell　him　will　make　the　test　irresistible。”
“You’re　sure？”
“The　only　way　I　can　be　sure　is　to　sack　him　up　and　bring　him　myself。”
“No。　It　can’t　be　official。　Anyway；　I　want　you　at　the　test　site。　Or　rather；　above　it。”　Groves　smiled
grimly。　“You　don’t　believe　me　yet；　not　really。　After　the　test　you　will。　Then　you’ll　know　how
important　the　rest　of　your　job　is　–　guarding　the　uranium　on　its　way　to　Tinian。”　He　drummed　his
knuckles　on　the　table。　“Could　you　send　one　of　your　agents　with　Kestrel？”
“Why　don’t　I　just　give　him　an　engraved　invitation　signed　by　President　Truman　and　the　Joint
Chiefs　of　Staff？”　Finn　closed　the　folder　and　dropped　it　on　the　desk。　“Where　do　you　want　him；
and　when？”
“By　0100　of　the　16th；　Kestrel　should　be　on　the　north　side　of　Oscura　Peak。　That’s　fifty　miles；
north