THE ENEMYScientists and politicians have a love-hate relationship.Scientists make discoveries and give new knowledge tothe world, for the benefit of humankind. Bur knowledgecan he bought and sold. Knowledge is power, andpoliticians use power for their own purposes . which arenot always for the henefit of humankind.Malcolm J aggard is a spycatcher, and a servant of thepoliticians. He's hard, tough, and intelligent - and hewants to marry Penny Ashton, a scientist, and thedaughter of the scientist George Ashton. Then theAshrons' comforrahle world is suddenly shattered, andMalcolm is ordered by his politician bosses to protectAshton. But who is George Ashton? And how do youprotect a man who has just disappeared?Malcolm needs more knowledge, and he can't get it. Sohe fights for it. But knowledge is power, and servantsmust not have power. As his search for Ashton turnsinto a desperate and violent manhunt, Malcolm findsknowledge. But he also finds himself in the long-runningwar between scientists and politicians - a war that it issafer to keep out of, a war where'We have met the enemy, and he is us.'
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C:J !P.' C:J ct r ,.irLanguage.comCONTENTSSTORY INTRODUCTION1 An interesting woman2 Acid in the eyes3 The mysterious George Ashton4 Family problems5 Ashton disappears6 A bad son-in-law?7 Ashton and the Russian scientist8 The man who threw the acid9 Lord Cregar again10 Tragedy in Sweden11 More mysteries and new dangers121314151617The secret computerAshton's work and Benson's secretTrouble in ScotlandBiological disasterMy new jobThe futureGLOSSARYACTIVITIES: Before ReadingACTIVITIES: While ReadingACTIVITIES: After 112ABOUT THE AUTHOR116ABOUT THE BOOKWORMS LIBRARY117
1An interesting womanI first met Penelope Ashton at a dinner-party. She was not abeautiful woman, but she was well-dressed, quite prettyand, as I quickly realized, very intelligent. She was a goodlistener, but did not say much herself. After dinner Imanaged to spend a lot of time talking to her. I learned thatshe was a biologist doing research with Professor Lumsdenat University College in London. She was an attractive andinteresting woman.It was late when the party came to an end and I took herto catch the last train home.'Which station does your train go from?' I asked.'Victoria,' she replied.In the taxi on the way to Victoria Station I asked her outto dinner. She was silent for a moment, then said,'All right. Wednesday evening.'Aher she had hurried off to catch her train, I realized Ididn't know if she was married or not.On the following Wednesday I met her at UniversityCollege at a quarter past seven in the evening. 'Do youalways work so late?' I asked.She shook her head. 'Not always. It depends on how mywork is going. Sometimes earlier, sometimes later.'We went to the theatre and had dinner afterwards in arestaurant in Soho. For me it was a most enjoyable eveningand I think it was for Penelope, too.In the next six weeks we went out together several times1
The Enemyand I realized that Penelope Ashton was becoming a seriouspart of my life.One evening we had dinner at my flat. I cooked a Chinesemeal for her and, when she told me how much she hadenjoyed the meat, she also invited me to her home for theweekend. To meet her family.Marlow is a small town on the River Thames, about anhour's drive from London. The house where Penelope livedwith her father and her sister was in the countryside, just afew minutes from the town. It was a large and beautifulhouse, the kind that you read about in the best magazines. Ithad a big, well-kept garden, tennis courts and a swimmingpool.Penelope's father, George Ashton, was in his mid-fifties.His wife was dead and he had not married again. He wastall, grey-haired, and very fit, as I discovered when he beatme at tennis. After the game I was tired, but Ashton dived into the swimming-pool for a swim before going back to thehouse for a shower. He was twenty-five years older than Iwas, but I was exhausted from the game of tennis, which Ihad lost. I sat down beside Penelope.'Is he ·always like that, always so full of energy?' I asked.'Always!' she promised.Her sister, Gillian, was not at all like Penelope. She wasthe kind of woman who likes to stay at home and run thehouse. It was a large house, with several servants, and sheorganized it very well. Gillian told the servants what to do,she planned the meals, and seemed to be very happy.It was a friendly family and I soon felt very comfortable2
u l. :! I ul:ij{!:?JIJAn interesting womanwith them, although I knew that I was there to be inspected.We had dinner, we talked, the girls went to bed, and GeorgeAshton and I sat and talked for a long time. He told meabout his two factories, which made special kinds of plasticmaterials. Then he asked me, very politely, how I earned myliving.'I'm an economist,' I answered. 'I work in a companywhich studies economic problems and then helps othercompanies to do their business better. We don't work forbig companies, but lots of smaller ones, like yours, find ouradvice useful.'Ashton seemed happy with my answers and the rest of theweekend passed quietly. On Sunday evening, as I wasleaving, Ashton invited me to return the following weekend.I was happy to accept. I had enjoyed that first familyweekend, and I had enjoyed their company. Ashton, therich, fit and independent businessman; Gillian, his home loving daughter, and Penelope, the scientist with her owncareer outside the family. The only strange member of thegroup was Benson, Ashton's personal servant. He spokewith a gentle, educated accent but his face looked as if hehad had far too many fights when he was a young man.www.irLanguage.com
2Acid in the eyesPenelope was very busy the next week. She worked allFriday night and when I met her at the laboratory onSaturday morning, she looked very tired.'I'm going to have to sleep this afternoon, Malcolm. Itwon't be much of a weekend for you, I'm afraid. But I'msure my father will keep you busy. I'm sorry, but I'm justvery, very tired.'I was sorry, too, because I was going to ask her to marryme that weekend. However, it wasn't the right moment toput the question, so I asked her what she had been doing allnight.'Oh, we were doing a very difficult experiment, trying totransfer some dangerous genetic material.''Is all this useful?' I asked. 'Docs it do any good, or is thata state secret?''Oh, no secret, but it's useful, all right. What we're doingis an important part of medical research into cancer,' shereplied.Once again I spent an enjoyable weekend with theAshtons. We swam, we played tennis, we talked. It soundsboring, but it was, for all of us, an important way to relaxfrom the problems of the working week.On Sunday evening Gillian went to church and Penelope,her father and I sat talking in the garden. It was a beautifulsummer evening. Suddenly we heard a scream, then another.Ashton said sharply, 'What the devil was that?' and we all4
Acid in the eyesi r Language.comjumped to our feet just as Gillian came round the corner ofthe house, holding her hands to her face. She screamedagain, and fell to the grass. Ashton was the first to reach her.He tried to pull her hands from her face, but she resisted himwith all her strength.Penelope bent over Gillian, who was now lying on thegrass. The screams had stopped and a faint voice murmured,'My eyes! Oh my eyes!,Penny put her finger to Gillian's face and then put it to hernose. She turned to her father.'Quick, take her into the kitchen - quickly!' She turned tome.'Ring for an ambulance. Tell them it's an acid bum.'A faint voice murmured, 'My eyes! Oh my eyes!'5
The EnemyI ran to the telephone as Ashton lifted Gillian up andcarried her to the kitchen. I dialled 999 and immediately avoice said, 'Emergency services.''Ambulance.' I gave the address and telephone number.'It's a bad acid burn on the face,' I said.'We'll be there as quickly as we can,' said the voice.I went to the kitchen where Penelope was trying to cleanGillian's face. Gillian was still murmuring low cries of deeppain. I looked at Ashton. I have never seen such anexpression of helpless anger on anyone's face, but there wasnothing I could do there, so I went outside.Benson was looking at the ground near the gate.'I think someone parked his car here, sir; and waited forMiss Gillian. He must have thrown acid into her face whenshe walked into the garden. It looks as if he turned the caron the grass then, and drove away.'I looked at the marks on the grass.'I think you're right,' I said. I ran back to the house,dialled 999 again, but this time, when the voice said'Emergency services,' I replied, 'Police, please. I want toreport a criminal attack.'The ambulance arrived very quickly and took Gillian andPenelope to hospital. Ashton followed them in his car, butbefore he went, I took him to one side.'I've sent for the police. They'll come while you're at thehospital, but don't worry about that. I'll stay here until youcome back.'He seemed not to understand at first, and looked at me asif he did not even know me. I repeated what I had said, andthis time he heard me.6
Acid in the eyes'Thanks, Malcolm,' he replied. He looked as if he hadgrown ten years older in the last fifteen minutes.Alone in the house, I poured myself a drink and sat downto think while I waited for the police. Nothing made sense.Gillian Ashton was an ordinary young woman who likedliving at home, looking after her father. What possiblereason could anyone have for throwing acid in her face? lthought about it for a long time and got nowhere.After a while a police car arrived. I could not tell the twopolicemen much because I knew very little about Gillian andher father, and they did not seem very satisfied with what Itold .them. Twenty minutes later another car arrived. Apoliceman in plain clothes came in.'I'm Detective Inspector Honnister,' he said. 'Are you MrJaggard?''That's right. Come in, Inspector. I've got something toshow you which I'm not supposed to let you see. But in thesecircumstances I think I have to show it to you.'Honnister looked puzzled as I gave him my specialidentity card. 'We don't see many of these, Mr Jaggard.They're rather special. Have you any ideas about what'shappened? Are you here on business?'I shook my head. 'No, I've got no ideas. I'm not here forprofessional reasons. I'm just a family guest for theweekenq.''Well, this looks like the sort of problem we're going tohave to solve the hard way - step by step. But I'll be glad tohave your help, Mr Jaggard.'Ashton and Penny came back some hours later. Penny7
The Enemylooked pale and tired, but Ashton had recovered some of hisenergy.'Good of you to stay, Malcolm. Stay a little longer - Iwant to talk to you. Not now, but later.' He spoke as if itwas an order, not a request.He went off to his study and I turned to Penny.'How's Gillian?''Not good,' she said sadly. 'It was strong acid. What sonof person could do such a terrible thing?''That's what the police want to know. Docs your fatherhave any enemies?' I asked.'Daddy?' She frowned. 'If you become succ ssful, you'rebound to upset some people, so there must be some peoplewho don't like him. But not the kind of enemy who'd throwacid into his daughter's face. That's something different.'I had to agree, and we talked as we had our dinner - justthe two of us. Shortly afterwards Benson came into theroom.'Mr Ashton would like to see you, sir,' he announced.Ashton was sitting at his desk, a glass of whisky in hishand. The bottle in front of him was half empty.'I'm so sorry about what has happened,' I said.'I know, Malcolm,' he agreed. 'But, tell me, how arethings with you and Penny?''We're very good friends. Is that what you mean?''Not exactly. What are your plans?' he replied.'I intend to ask her to marry me, but I haven't done soyet.'He rubbed the side of his face and thought for a moment.'What about your job? Is the money good?'8
Acid in the .eyes'It's fairly well paid,' I replied. 'And I have a privateincome as well.''What about the future? Will you get promoted?''I think so. I'm trying hard.'He was silent for a few minutes, then he. went on.'I could offer you a better job. You'd start in Australia,you and Penny, but you'd enjoy that. The only trouble isthat you'd have to start almost immediately.'He was going too fast for me.'Just a minute,' I said, 'I don't even know if she'll marryme. I haven't asked her yet.''She will,' he said positively. 'I know my daughter.''Maybe so,' I replied. 'But I'd like to know a lot moreabout this job before I decide. And talk about it fully withPenny.'Ashton was annoyed, but he tried to hide it. 'Well, we canwait a week or two, to decide about Australia. But youought to ask her to marry you now. I can get you a speciallicence and you could be married by the end of the week.''Stop!' I said. 'You're going too fast for me. Tonight isn'tthe right time to ask Penny to marry me. Not after whathappened to Gillian today!'Ashton stood up and walked impatiently around theroom. 'You're right, of course. It's between you and Penny,and it's wrong of me to interfere. But do ask her to marryyou now, this evening.'I stood up. 'Mr Ashton, I don't think that would be agood thing to do, especially today. I won't do it now. I'll doit when I think it's right.'I left his study immediately. I did not understand why it9
The Enemywas suddenly so important for Penny and me to marry soquickly. There was something wrong and I had no idea whatit was.Penelope was telephoning when I entered the hall.'I've been talking to the doctors at the hospital,' she said.'They say Gillian's resting more comfonably now.''Good. I'm glad about that. Look, I'll come backtomorrow. Perhaps we can both go to visit her and sec howshe feels.'3The mysterious George AshtonWhen I walked into the office on Monday morning, therewas a message on my desk. My boss, Harrison, wanted tosee me immediately.'You told a policeman at the weekend who you were,' heaccused me. 'Why? Your job is supposed to be secret.''I was at a house party, and something horrible happened- acid was thrown in a girl's face. The police were beginningto look at me suspiciously, so I had to tell them who I was.They would have wasted a lot of time on me if I hadn't.We're supposed to co-operate with the police, aren't we?''Was it really necessary to tell the police about yourself?'he asked.'In my opinion I had no choice. Damn it, I wanted tohelp the police.'10
The mysterious George AshtonI walked out of his office and went back to my own,feeling very angry. Larry Godwin was there. We shared anoffice and were good friends. He also knew a great dealabout factories and businesses in Britain.'Do you know anything about a man called Ashton?' Iasked him. 'He runs a factory in Slough. They make aspecial kind of plastic material.'') haven't heard of him,' said Larry. 'Why don't you askNellie? She knows everything,' he laughed.The computer that our office used was called Nellie - Iforget why. In its memory there was an enormous amountof information. I sat down in front of the screen, pushed acouple of buttons, and the words 'IDENTIFY YOURSELF'appeared on the screen.I identified myself, and Nellie asked 'INFORMATIONLEVEL?' I answered 'Green'.All the information in the computer was kept on different'levels'. Some people had permission to look only atinformation which was not very important and not verysecret. That was 'Level Green'. There was other, very secretinformation, which could be seen only by Ogilvie, the headof the department. In between there were several differentlevels, each one known by a colour.I typed in Ashton's name and address, and almostimmediately the message came up on Nellie's screen.THIS INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLEAT THIS LEVELTRY LEVEL YELLOWI was very surprised. I hadn't expected to find anything at11
The Enemyall about Ashton in the computer memory. What Nellie'smessage meant was that somewhere in the computer therewas a lot of information about George Ashton, and thatinformation was secret. Ashton wasn't just an ordinarybusinessman.I typed my identification for Level Yellow. This was morecomplicated and took me four minutes. Back came Nellie'sreply:THIS INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLEAT THIS LEVELTRY LEVEL REDI sat back to think. I knew that information at Level Redwas very secret, and I began to wonder about Ashton. Whowas he? Why was everything about him so secret?I had permission to see Level Red, but it took me tenminutes to go through the stages to identify myself. Finally Ifinished typing and waited for Nellie to tell me all aboutPenelope's mysterious father.Instead of that, Nellie replied on the screen:THIS INFORMATION IS NOT AVAILABLEAT THIS LEVELTRY LEVEL PURPLELevel Purple was too high, too secret for me. All I hadlearned about George Ashton was that something in his lifeor work was extremely important and secret.A couple of hours later Larry and I were talking in our officewhen the phone rang. It was Harrison, our boss.12
61 !,,!I' 61 c.t;.re,. The mysterious George AshtonLevel Purple was too high, too secret for me.'What the hell have you been doing with the computer,you fool?' he demanded.'Nothing much. Why? Has it broken down?' I said.'What's all this about a man called Ashton?' he continued.'Ogilvie wants to see both of us, immediately. Come on!'Ogilvie was the head of our department. He was notalone. There was a short, fat man sitting in one of the chairs.Ogilvie didn't introduce him, but asked me immediately:'Malcom, why are
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