There were several possibilities; one was that Bale had returned almost at the same time as I had, slipping in before the situation was known, while some of his own men still manned the alert stations. A second was that he planned to come in prepared to hold off attackers until he could detonate the bomb. Or possibly an accomplice would act for him.
Somehow I liked the first thought best. It seemed more in keeping with what I knew of Bale; shrewder, less dangerous. If I were right, Bale was here now, somewhere in Stockholm, waiting for the hour to blow the city sky-high.
As for the hour, he would wait for the arrival of the Emperor, not longer.
"Barbro," I said, "when does the Emperor arrive?"
"I'm not sure, Brion," she said. "Possibly tonight, but perhaps this afternoon."
That didn't give me much time. I jumped out of bed, and staggered.
"Here I come, ready or not," I said. "I can't just lie here, Barbro. Do you have a car?"
"Yes, my car is downstairs, Brion. Sit down and let me help you." She went to the closet and I sank down. I seemed always to be recuperating lately. I had been through this shaky-legs business just a few days ago, and here I was starting in again. Barbro turned, holding a brown suit in her hands.
"This is all there is, Brion," she said. "It is the uniform of the dictator, that you wore when you came here to the hospital."
"It will have to do," I said. Barbro helped me dress, and we left the room as fast as I could walk. A passing nurse stared, but went on. I was dizzy and panting already.