Alistair MacLean - Circus

Alistair MacLean writes:

The credit, if thats the word Im searching for, for the idea behind this book does not belong to me. It belongs to Mr Irwin Allen, who is the Head of Production for the Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation.

Last summer Mr Allen invited my wife and myself to fly out to Los Angeles. I was delighted to go. Come our discussion he suggested I write an espionage story based on an American circus travelling in Europe. It sounded to me like a very good idea. I trust, hopefully, it still is.

Mr Allen, who is not a person to do things by halves, flew us to Chicago. There he took us to Ringling Bros Barnum and Bailey Circus, which the owner, Mr Irvin Feld, claims to be the Greatest Show on Earth. Dont forget the capitals. Mr Feld is not exaggerating. It is. Normally I dont care for circuses. This was an outstanding exception. Just how it impressed me youll find out in this book.

The other essential ingredient, that of the putative existence of anti-matter, is my own. I have always been fascinated by matters scientific and have now educated myself to the extent that I can understand almost five per cent of the articles in Nature and The Scientific American. I did, as it happens, raise the subject of anti-matter I believe I was the first writer to do so some twelve years ago in a book called The Dark Crusader. All I know is that if it can exist or be created its very nasty stuff indeed.

So I just took the two ideas and married them. I trust the courtship will continue far beyond the wedding day.

Alistair MacLean

If you were a genuine army colonel, Pilgrim said, instead of one of the most bogus and unconvincing frauds Ive ever seen, youd rate three stars for this. Excellently done, my dear Fawcett, excellently done.

Pilgrim was the great-grandson of an English peer of the realm and it showed. Both in dress and in speech he was slightly foppish and distinctly Edwardian: subconsciously, almost, one looked for the missing monocle, the old Etonian tie. His exquisitely cut suits came from Savile Row, his shirts from Turnbull and Asser and his pair of matched shotguns, which at 4000 dollars he regarded as being cheap at the price, came, inevitably, from Purdeys of the West End. The shoes, regrettably, were hand-made in Rome. To have him auditioned for the screen part of Sherlock Holmes would have been superfluous.

Fawcett did not react to the criticism, the praise or the understated sartorial splendour. His facial muscles seldom reacted to anything which may have been due to the fact that his unlined face was so plump it was almost moon-shaped. His bucolic expression verged upon the bemused: large numbers of people languishing behind federal bars had been heard to testify, frequently and with understandable bitterness, that the impression Fawcett conveyed was deceptive to the point of downright immorality.

Half-hooded eyes deep-sunk in the puffy flesh, Fawcetts gaze traversed the leather-lined library and came to rest on the sparking pine fire. His voice wistful, he said: One would wish that promotion were so spectacular and rapid in the CIA. Dead mens shoes, my boy. Pilgrim was at least five years younger than Fawcett. Dead mens shoes. He regarded his own Roman foot briefly and with some satisfaction, then transferred his attention to the splendid collection of ribbons on Fawcetts chest. I see you have awarded yourself the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I felt it was in keeping with my character. Quite. This paragon you have unearthed. Bruno. How did you come across him?

I didnt. Smithers did, when I was in Europe. Smithers is a great circus fan.

Quite. Pilgrim seemed fond of the word. Bruno. One would assume that he has another name.

Wildermann. But he never uses it professionally or privately.

Why?

I dont know. Ive never met him. Presumably Smithers never asked him either. Would you ask Pele or Callas or Liberace what their other names are?

You class his name with those?

Its my understanding that the circus world would hesitate to class those names with his.

Pilgrim picked up some sheets of paper. Speaks the language like a native.

He is a native.

Billed as the worlds greatest aerialist. Pilgrim was a hard man to knock off his stride. Daring young man on the flying trapeze? That sort of thing?

That, too. But hes primarily a high-wire specialist.

The best in the world?

His fellow professionals are in no doubt about it. If our information about Crau is correct, hed better be. I see he claims to be an expert in karate and judo. He has never claimed anything of the kind. I claim it for him rather, Smithers does, and as you know Smithers is very much an expert in those matters. He watched Bruno having a work-out down-town this morning in the Samurai club. The instructor there is a black belt they dont come any higher in judo. By the time Bruno had finished with him well, I understand the instructor disappeared with the general air of a man about to write out his resignation on the spot. Smithers said he hadnt seen Bruno chopping people around in karate: he has the feeling he wouldnt like to, either. And this dossier claims that he is a mentalist. Pilgrim steepled his fingers in the best Holmes fashion. Well, good for Bruno. What the devil is a mentalist?

Chap that does mental things.

Pilgrim exercised a massive restraint. You have to be an intellectual to be an aerialist?

I dont even know whether you have to be an intellectual or even intelligent in order to be an aerialist. Its beside the point. Practically every circus performer doubles up and does one, sometimes even two jobs in addition to his speciality in the actual arena. Some act as labourers they have mountains of equipment to move around. Some are entertainers. Bruno doubles as an entertainer. Just outside the circus proper they have a showground, fairground, call it what you will, which is used to separate the arriving customers from their spare cash. Bruno performs in a small theatre, just a collapsible plywood job. He reads minds, tells you the first name of your great-grandfather, the numbers of the dollar bills in your pockets, whats written or drawn inside any sealed envelope. Things like that.

Its been done. Audience plants and the hocus-pocus of any skilled stage magician.

Possibly, although the word is that he can do things for which there is no rational accounting and which professional conjurers have failed to reproduce. But what interests us most is that he has a totally photographic memory. Give him an opened double-spread of, say, Time magazine. Hell look at it for a couple of seconds, hand it back, then offer to identify the word in any location you select. You say to him that youd like to know what the third word in the third line in the third column on the right-hand page is and if he says its, say, Congress then you can lay your life it is Congress. And he can do this in any language he doesnt have to understand it. This I have to see. A propos, if hes such a genius, why doesnt he concentrate exclusively on stagework? Surely he could make a fortune out of that, much more than by risking his life turning somersaults up there in the low cloud? Perhaps. I dont know. According to Smithers, hes not exactly paid in pennies. Hes the outstanding star in the outstanding circus on earth. But that wouldnt be his real reason. Hes the lead member of a trio of aerialists called The Blind Eagles, and without him theyd be lost. I gather they are not mentalists.

I wonder. We cant afford excessive sentiment and loyalty in our business.