The Sheik quickly complained, “That woman has tortured me!”
“I wish she’d torture me.”
“She hit me!”
“Aw… come on. That little girl? Nice try.” Counting the towels, he left.
Twenty minutes later, a man in a suit, whom he had not seen before, entered with the bitch who hit him.
“Shiek Aliz Berniham, I am Robert Fusco of the Inspector General’s Office. You have leveled charges against agent Burrell. I am here to take your statement to determine if any disciplinary action should be enforced. Do you understand English?”
“Yes. Of course I do.”
“Show me where she allegedly hit you.”
“My arm, my back, my shoulders, my legs…”
When Robert looked, he saw no signs of trauma or impact. He turned to Agent Burrell. “Did you strike this man?”
“No, sir.”
“Did you threaten him in anyway?”
The little bitch now in a skirt and jacket looked like a librarian and incapable of swatting a fly as she answered with a look of wonderment. “That is against procedure, sir. I will not expose my prisoner to any treatment not in compliance with the director’s guidelines, sir.”
The inspector gave both of them a final review and then left the room. Brooke looked at Aliz without a trace of the anger or rage she had previously shown him.
She left.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“What’s the book about?” Peter asked, Feigning ignorance to hide the fact that he’d read it just before coming to Kasiko’s Sunday night dinner.
“Only Professor Ensiling has read it. We are all looking forward to studying it,” Brodenchy said as he took another ladle of creamed onions.
“Basically it’s a mathematical postulate asserting the teraphysics involved with maneuvering and navigating an interplanetary craft in the Earth’s atmosphere,” Ensiling said.
“Interesting term, Professor — ‘teraphysics,’” Brodenchy noted.
“Yes. It is the physics of Earth from a perspective outside of Earth’s domain.”
“How does one achieve that point of view?” the younger Brodenchy asked.
“The beginning of ‘teraphysics’ is best visualized by the following construct: coming from outside the solar system, Earth is the third planet from the sun. Therefore three was a logical divisor. So why not divide the Earth into not 24 but 27 hours per day. Twenty-seven being three to the third power also added parabolics to the mix. The author bought an ordinary globe of Earth and circumscribed 27-hour meridians on it. He almost had it, but there was no point of origin with which to anchor the new grid. Then he placed the crosshairs of an intersection over a point in Auckland, New Zealand where a flying saucer was rumored to cause a tremendous explosion. Everything then snapped into place. All previous UFO sightings were now along lines of the new grid. Not only longitudinally but latitudinally as well. His big discovery was that major grid intersections fell on places like Giza, where the great pyramids were. The Bermuda triangle was at the intersection of three lines. The Exeter Vermont sightings from the ’50s were right down the major line on America’s East Coast.” Ensiling paused to tamp down the tobacco in his pipe.
Brodenchy filled the pause with an observation of his own. “But Professor, now that Lathie had divided the Earth into 27 longitudinal meridians, then navigationally, the math also has to change, correct?”
“Exactly. Using 27 meant new smaller degrees, minutes, and seconds of arc and, along with them, shorter new hours, new minutes, new seconds. Suddenly a whole new world of co-incidence appeared. He started converting everything into the new math. Natural phenomena, manmade events, even celestial events.
Doctor Adam Borda spoke up. “Yes, I researched a fellow; his name was Frank Edwards and he wrote a book in 1957 tantalizingly called,
Ensiling picked up the tale from what was in the smuggled book. “Yes, Adam, and this struck Lathie as a detail that could be crucial. He converted those measurements into new feet and then factored in a constant of.2640, which had been showing up more and more in the math of his grid work. The resulting new measurements had proven to have a harmonic relationship with his worldwide grid. At the time, he didn’t know what that meant, but it was a startling discovery with a scientific probability of a million-to-one against random numbers getting the same result.
“Why did the book have to be smuggled in?” Peter asked.
“As far as we know, that galley was the only remaining copy of this book,” Kasiko said.