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.“It’s something new,” Seamans said.“I’m telling you, if this was really a gorilla, it would have showed up.89 or.94, somewhere in there, on this function.But the image comes out at.39.That’s just not good enough.It’s not a gorilla, Peter.”“Then what is it?”“It’s a transitional form.I ran a function to measure where the variation was.You know what was the major differential? Skin color.Even in black-and-white, it’s not dark enough to be a gorilla, Peter.This is a whole new animal, I promise you.”Elliot looked at Ross.“What does this do to your timeline?”“For the moment, nothing,” she said.“Other elements are more critical, and this is unfactorable.”The pilot clicked on the intercom.“We are beginning our descent into Nairobi,” he said.4.NairobiFIVE MILES OUTSIDE NAIROBI, ONE CAN FIND WILD game of the East African savannah.And within the memory of many Nairobi residents the game could be found closer still—gazelles, buffalo, and giraffe wandering around backyards, and the occasional leopard slipping into one’s bedroom.In those days, the city still retained the character of a wild colonial station; in its heyday, Nairobi was a fast-living place indeed: “Are you married or do you live in Kenya?” went the standard question.The men were hard-drinking and rough, the women beautiful and loose, and the pattern of life no more predictable than the fox hunts that ranged over the rugged countryside each weekend.But modern Nairobi is almost’ unrecognizable from the time of those freewheeling colonial days.The few remaining Victorian buildings lie stranded in a modem city of half a million, with traffic jams, stoplights, skyscrapers, supermarkets, same-day dry cleaners, French restaurants, and air pollution.The ERTS cargo plane landed at Nairobi International Airport at dawn on the morning of June 16, and Munro contacted porters and assistants for the expedition.They intended to leave Nairobi within two hours—until Travis called from Houston to inform them that Peterson, one of the geologists on the first Congo expedition, had somehow made it back to Nairobi.Ross was excited by the news.“Where is he now?” she asked.“At the morgue,” Travis said.Elliot winced as he came close: the body on the stainless steel table was a blond man his own age.The man’s arms had been crushed; the skin was swollen, a ghastly purple color.He glanced at Ross.She seemed perfectly cool, not blinking or turning away.The pathologist stepped on a foot petal, activating a microphone overhead.“Would you state your name, please.”“Karen Ellen Ross.”“Your nationality and passport number?”“American, F 1413649.”“Can you identify the man before you, Miss Ross?”“Yes,” she said.“He is James Robert Peterson.”“What is your relation to the deceased James Robert Peterson?”“I worked with him,” she said dully.She seemed to be examining a geological specimen, scrutinizing it unemotionally.Her face showed no reaction.The pathologist faced the microphone.“Identity confirmed as James Robert Peterson, male Caucasian, twenty-nine years old, nationality American.“ He turned back to Ross.“When was the last time you saw Mr.Peterson?”“In May of this year.He was leaving for the Congo.”“You have not seen him in the last month?”“No,” she said.“What happened?”The pathologist touched the puffy purple injuries on his arms.His fingertips sank in, leaving indentations like teeth in the flesh.“Damned strange story,” the pathologist said.The previous day, June 15, Peterson had been flown to Nairobi airport aboard a small charter cargo plane, in end-stage terminal shock.He died several hours later without regaining consciousness.“Extraordinary he made it at all.Apparently the aircraft made an unscheduled stop for a mechanical problem at Garona field, a dirt track in Zaire.And then this fellow comes stumbling out of the woods, collapsing at their feet.” The pathologist pointed out that the bones had been shattered in both arms.The injuries, he explained, were not new; they had occurred at least four days earlier, perhaps more.“He must have been in incredible pain.”Elliot said, “What could cause that injury?”The pathologist had never seen anything like it.“Superficially, it resembles mechanical trauma, a crush injury from an automobile or truck.We see a good deal of those here; but mechanical crush injuries are never bilateral, as they are in this case.”“So it wasn’t a mechanical injury?” Karen Ross asked.“Don’t know what it was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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