rr.thebrentfordtriangle-第18部分
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Pooley shook his head in redoubled wonder and the two men scuttled inside； followed by their amiable if enigmatic host。 The door swung shut； predictably leaving no trace whatsoever of its existence。
'Now；' said Soap； 'cup of tea； is it？'
A thin smile flickered momentarily upon Omally's arctic boat…race； 'Only Soap Distant could offer a cup of tea at the Earth's core。'
'There have been others；' said Soap； indicating the letters A。S。 which were scratched into the stonework of one of the walls。 'But that is another story entirely。'
Pooley cast his eyes about the room。 It had all the makings of the average Brentford front sitter： the moquette three…piece； the nylon carpet； the occasional table whose occasion was yet to e； the fitted bookshelves and the television set。 But for the hewn rock walls and the obvious lack of windows one might have been fooled into believing that all was suburban mundanity。
'Surely reception hereabouts must be a little ropey？' said Jim； indicating the television。
'Kept purely through nostalgia for my former existence；' said Soap。 'Now； my suggestion of a nice hot cuppa is eliciting very little in the way of positive response。 I have some fine Riesling in my cellar； or perhaps some Bordeaux rose？ Shall I open a case or two？'
'That would be the thing；' said Pooley； with some enthusiasm； 'events have sorely taxed us of late。'
Soap Distant vanished from the room； away down a flight of hewn rock steps which had not been previously mentioned。
Pooley and Omally sat a moment in silence before the great man of Eire gave voice。 'If I might say so； Jim；' John ventured； 'your suggestion of having it away to our cosy beds and starting afresh on the morrow was one which I really should have picked up on before it went out of fashion。'
'I blame nobody；' said the noble Jim； 'but would sincerely ask what in the name of all the holies we are doing in this godforsaken place and how we might facilitate our escape？'
Soap appeared from the cellar； cradling several bottles of wine in his arms。 'The day is yet saved；' he said； beaming hideously。 'The cellar brims with vintage vino of all varieties。 I have brought up a selection。'
Omally； who was certain that the day was very far from being saved； rubbed his hands thoughtfully together。 'Why are we here； Soap？' he asked。
'Well now； that is a question and no mistake；' the other replied。 'Some incline towards the theory of a divine creator with reasons of his own for doing things。 Others favour the theory of natural selection or hint that we are nothing more than an accident of DNA。 I myself have a rather more radical theory。'
'No doubt；' said John sourly； 'but you know perfectly well that is not what I meant。 Why are we； that is Pooley and myself； here； that is； sitting upon this ghastly settee； slowly but surely freezing to death？'
Soap popped the corks from two of the bottles and handed them one apiece to his guests。 'In words of one syllable；' said Soap； 'you are in big schtuck。 I think that you might do well to take a sup or two before I fill you in on the details。'
The two sub…zero golfers did not need telling twice； and in a matter of seconds two bottles of vintage Rhine wine had vanished away into the nether regions of two stomachs。 'The floor would seem to be yours；' said Jim wiping his chin。 'Is there any more of this？'
Soap handed over two more bottles and positioned himself in a dignified pose against the stucco fireplace。
'As you will remember；' he said； 'I have spoken to you many times in the past about the family Distant's conviction that an entire world exists here； beneath the Earth's surface； and that it is peopled by superbeings； benign and benevolent； who would bestow the great wealth of their knowledge upon the man from above who came in peace to speak with them。' John and Jim nodded thoughtfully。 'Well； I was wrong。'
'Tough luck；' said Omally。 'Say la vee as the French say。'
'Are you certain？' Pooley asked。 Soap had always spoken with such conviction that even though Jim considered him to be three…halfpence short of a shilling； he had half…romantically wondered whether his tales might be true。
'I am indeed certain；' said Soap。 'It is the exact opposite。 There are dwellers beneath； but far from being benign and benevolent they are foul and evil and intent upon one thing only： to leave this world of darkness and conquer the sun…soaked realm above。' Soap's pink eyes travelled upwards and John and Jim's followed them。
'Now； now；' said Omally。 'I cannot believe all this。 Surely if it were so； these fellows would have emerged years ago。 They could surely have dug their way out。 How did they e to be here in the first place？'
'Ah；' said Soap； giving his nose an annoyingly significant tap。 'That is a tale indeed； and if you have time I will tell it。'
'It would seem；' said John； 'that unless you feel so inclined as to lead us skywards； then we have all the time in the world。'
'Certainly you are a captive audience； but I must impress upon you that this is a very important business； and that your help is sorely needed。 I have no wish to return to the surface； my world is here。 But neither do I have the wish to see mankind destroyed by these beings； or worse still； driven here to plague me。'
John took off one of his boots and emptied the contents into a nearby aspidistra pot。 'Go on then；' he said； 'let's hear it。'
Soap withdrew a shining disc from an inner pocket and held it towards his guests。 'You recognize this； no doubt？'
Pooley peered at it and nodded。 'The symbol is the same as those on the allotment。 You wouldn't happen to know what it means； by any chance？'
'I would； and so would Professor Slobe。'
'Well； he certainly didn't feel fit to confide in us。 〃C〃 the fifth of the ten was all we got for it。'
'I was in the room when he told you；' said Soap。 'The Professor and I have known about the symbols and the plans of the Cereans for some time。 We agreed that we should enlist help to assist with their destruction。 Men of enterprise； we agreed； men of sterling stuff； good men and true； hearts of oak； valorous men with big。。。 '
'Yes； yes；' said Omally； 'naturally you thought of us。'
'Actually no；' said Soap； 'we had hoped that Small Dave might be passing； but as you turned up。。。 '
'Thanks a lot；' said Omally。
'I nearly drowned；' said Jim。
'Just my little joke；' said Soap； smiling sweetly。 'The Professor said that you two were his first choice。'
Pooley groaned pathetically； 'It would seem； John；' said he； 'that we have been press…ganged。'
Omally nodded bleakly。 'As running is obviously out of the question； I suggest that we waste no more time。 Tell your tale； Soap。'
'Thank you； John； I expected at least a blow or two to the head。 I am glad you are taking it so well。 What I am about to tell you might seem a little hard to believe； but I can assure you it is all true。'
'No doubt；' said Omally。
'The symbol upon this disc' … Soap held the glittering item aloft … 'means literally what the Professor told you。 〃I am 'C' the fifth of the ten。〃 It is the insignia of the planet Ceres which was once the tenth planet in our solar system； fifth from the sun。 Ceres was the home world to a most advanced race of beings who muted between the planets much in the way that you or I might take a sixty…five up to Baling Broadway。 Their world was small and their population large。 They needed another planet similar to theirs for colonization。 Naturally enough their eyes turned towards Earth； a world at that time only sporting a primitive society which offered little opposition to such an advanced race。 They sent out scout parties； who were pleased to discover that the simple Earthers hailed them as gods。 No doubt the Cereans would be running the place even now had not their warlike natures got the best of them。 A great war developed upon Ceres and whilst a considerable number of the lads were here arranging matters to their satisfaction their entire planet was totally destroyed； leaving them marooned。
'The cataclysm was； if you will pardon the expression； somewhat earth…shattering； and the shocks were felt here。 A travelling asteroid； the Moon as we now know it； was blown into orbit around the Earth causing absolute devastation。 Half of the world was flooded。 Those Cereans who survived the holocaust did so by withdrawing here and sealing themselves in。 Little remained to ever prove their existence but for legend。
'The Cerean survivors never lost hope； although they were few in number and the centuries which passed saw mankind's development slowly approaching that of their own。 Still they remained； waiting and plotting。 For they had one thing to wait and plot for。
'Shortly before the planet's destruction the men of Ceres had sent a great strike force out of this solar system to seek other stars and other worlds。 The Cereans knew that they would some day return and； finding no Ceres； would put two and two together and revisit the Earth。 Thus they have remained； waiting and waiting； preparing for this return。 They are doing so still and their time has almost e。 Even as I speak the Cerean strike force is streaking across the Cosmos bound for Earth。 And they have only one thing up
