The Fountain of Youth

Chapter 24

“I’ll find her,” Purdue said urgently.

“You’re still under suspicion for Reusch’s murder, Mr. Purdue,” Campbell said. “I’d advise you to give me her location so that I can send the local police in her area out to pick her up.”

“Fine, fine,” Purdue replied as he rummaged through his drawers for a thin, rectangular wooden box which he promptly pulled out from under a crow’s nest of wiring and switches. Fascinated, Campbell sat watching the frantic genius. It would appear that Dr. Gould was very important to him.

“What the hell is that?” Campbell asked as Purdue unlocked the box and set down the contents on the desk next to his tablet. “It looks like something out of a Sci-Fi movie.”

Purdue smiled. “It is. This is a tracking device based on biometrics, the application of recognition analysis based on biological data.”

“Facial recognition?” the officer asked, shifting closer with his chair. His curiosity and interest pleased Purdue. Most people just naïvely shook their heads at his remarkable creations, but Campbell asked questions and looked impressed with the intimidating technology.

Purdue hooked up the black and chrome casing to his tablet, expanding the space between his index finger and thumb.

“Fuck me!” Campbell exclaimed as he watched the hardware expand with Purdue’s dragging fingers. “How in God’s name?”

Purdue chuckled, “Well, the Bible does state that everything is possible through God, my friend. But this makes you think twice about what God really is, hey?”

“Valid point,” the stunned investigator admitted. “So where are the scanners that are supposed to have registered Dr. Gould’s facial features?”

“Satellite surveillance, Lieutenant Campbell,” Purdue said. “There are cameras everywhere, as you know, most of which we might construe as common CCTV surveillance or traffic radar devices. However, many of those are, in fact, government owned, streaming information to large data vaults where information is gathered on the world citizens.”

“That sounds a tad paranoid; a bit conspiracy theory-based,” Campbell said, wincing.

“I understand, Lieutenant. That kind of dismissive behavior is exactly what they rely on to keep invading privacy, but,” he winked at the officer, “if I can track Nina via one of these devices I will have proved to you that this is not a conspiracy theory, right?”

“I suppose,” Campbell said in awe. “But why don’t you distribute this kind of technology, Mr. Purdue? You could make a fortune with this kind of genius design. I mean, you could be…” he stopped, realizing that he was sitting in an opulent mansion on a historical property, previously owned by kings, “…a billionaire.”

Purdue had to laugh at the cop’s stupid expression, feeling sheepish about his ridiculous remark. Inside the chrome frame the black screen split into two parts. One lit up with satellite views of various continents, while the other section waited for Purdue to import a passport picture of Nina Gould to work from.

“I’m stumped, Mr. Purdue. Do you have any idea how this device could help us locate criminals?” he mused, looking at the sweating face of his host, concentrating on locating Nina on the landmass of the British Isles.

“I realize that, Lieutenant,” he replied while keeping his eyes nailed to the search on the screen. “But you also have to consider the paramount abilities of criminal organizations to duplicate this kind of technology. And should they be introduced to this paradigm, they could find people in Witness Protection, for instance. They could locate politicians, informants, and spies that might be pivotal to trials or important information.”

The police officer had to concede that it would be a gamble to release the blueprint of such equipment to the world.

“You see, Lieutenant, the world is not ready for intelligent knowledge. The Human Race is far too primitive to responsibly apply this level of knowledge, and I dare admit, we have an innate insidiousness to test the dark sides of everything intended for good. We, as scientists and teachers, inventors and enforcers of law, cannot allow our efficiency and progressive nature to be jeopardized by the lesser minds of the average human,” Purdue presented, finally meeting eyes with his guest. He shrugged, “I realize how egocentric that sounds and I make no excuses for it, because the state of the world these days — and always through history — has proven mankind to be greedy, evil Neanderthals on some power trip. I will never allow my technological talents to be undermined and corrupted by people like those.”

“Again, I have to agree with you. Maybe you can play consultant for people like me in extreme cases. I will get the information from you and in turn your technological secrets will be safe. Hey, what say you?” then investigator chuckled, patting Purdue on the back.

“Absolutely! If you happen to find me home. I do have itchy footsteps,” Purdue said with a smile, referring to his love of exploration and travel.

“Hopefully not too itchy,” Lieutenant Campbell said. “How long does this scanning take?”

“I’ve only used it once before, in fact. And that was to test the device by looking for my butler when I sent him out for a drive,” Purdue said. “But that was area-specific. Now I have to run the whole of England, starting at Hampshire, if that was where she was supposed to have gone. That should take several hours…maybe days.”

“Will you please phone me the moment you find out where she is?” Campbell requested. “We’ll get her to safety until this Guterman character is safely in Interpol’s custody. Of course, if you could use this gadget to find him, we would be eternally grateful,” Lieutenant Campbell hinted.

“Of course. As soon as I get a result here I’ll call you, Lieutenant. Will Melissa Argyle’s testimony liberate me from suspicion?” Purdue asked, still floored by the phenomenon of the young woman he thought he knew.

“Yes, Mr. Purdue. But first we have to get her confession signed and get her statement on video. Anything short of that will still be too shaky to build a good defense case on,” the officer warned.

“So, I should keep my lawyers ready, then?” Purdue asked, even though he knew the answer.

“For now. Don’t leave town. We don’t need you to help them make you look suspicious, you know?” Campbell advised.

He left shortly afterwards. On his bare feet Purdue skipped across the smooth, mirror-clean floor of the lobby and vanished down the stairs to his laboratory again, locking the door behind him. With all the analytical data he had accumulated from his underground scientific colleagues he hoped that he would have sufficient knowledge to devise a chamber to attempt reversing time, pushing the envelope of even his abilities. He gathered up cylinders and a small, handheld capacitor with which he was going to store the charge he would need to apply.

Charles came down to the lab, announcing that a package had arrived from Sam containing a water sample. “Sir, Mr. Cleave is on Skype. He says it is imperative that you have him on the line while you open the sample.”

“Now?” Purdue gasped. “I don’t really have time for this.”

“He sounded terribly excited, sir. He said it was about ‘that way those people stay young’?” Charles frowned.

Purdue was confused. With his mind racing around having to escape British air space, curing Nina, keeping Campbell fooled, and the guilt of causing Nina’s malady, it was pretty difficult to keep his ducks in a row about a phrase between him and Sam. Then he recalled the e-mail with the pictures Sam had sent him, remarking about how young the locals seem to be for their ages.

“Oh, yes, of course,” he sang as it came back to him. “Yes, I would want to talk about that. I shall contact him shortly, but…” Purdue closed the door and turned to his butler. “Charles, I need you to go above and beyond.”

“Of course, sir. What do you need?” Charles asked with a nod, his rigid body practically standing at attention. Although his day had been horrible thus far and he direly wanted to take rest in his private life, the fact that his reputation with his boss had been redeemed had vastly improved his demeanor.

“I’m going to look for Nina,” he told Charles. “When I find her I’m going to get her out of the country, maybe take her to Sam until I have shaken this murder charge. At least there she’ll be safe.”

“If I may, sir,” Charles questioned the plan. “How do you plan to locate Dr. Gould while the scanner is still running, sir? And what do you need from me?”

Purdue smiled. He looked as exhausted as he was, but somewhere in his face the old cheerful genius had resurfaced, again having a zest for action. Charles could see that his master had regained his confidence and the butler was elated at the welcome change.

“The scanner located her several minutes before Campbell left, but I didn’t tell him. I know where she is,” he grinned happily. Then he stepped closer to his butler and laid a hand on the man’s shoulder, whispering, “What I need you to do, my good man, is to stall the police. They have to believe I’m still here, you see?”

Charles looked at Purdue with concern. “Sir, I don’t have to tell you that if they find out you left the country you will be in deep trouble.”

“You’re right, old boy,” Purdue said. “You don’t have to tell me.”

Charles just smiled, clearly, as always, willing to play along. “Very well, sir.”

With that Purdue let his butler out and returned to preparing the instruments he would need to try and help Nina reduce the effects of her illness until he could come up with a more permanent solution.

“Sam!” he exclaimed as Sam’s wayward looking image appeared on his monitor. Behind the journalist the skies looked gray and cold as the gusts messed up his dark, longish tresses.

“Aye, thanks for calling, Purdue,” Sam shouted over the speaker, hindered by the wailing wind. “Sorry about the connection, but the weather is wild here. Did you get the sample?”

“Just arrived,” Purdue said. “Shall I remove it now?”

“Aye, please do. I need you to analyze this liquid and what causes the colors in it,” Sam requested. “Around here that water impairs aging, if that is possible without, you know, a balanced diet and regular exercise.”

Purdue lifted the plain water bottle from the box with a dismissive smirk, “Perrier, Sam?”

“That’s just the bottle we scooped it in,” Sam replied. “Can you tell us what’s in it, because this bloke here,” Sam grabbed old Gunnar and pulled him into the frame with him for Purdue to see, “is…wait, guess how old he is.”

Purdue shrugged, trying not to offend, “Um, well, the reception here is not grand, but I’d say the man is in his early sixties?”

“Ha!” Sam exclaimed excitedly, giving Gunnar a high-five before letting the man go back to the fire where he was grilling fish. “Purdue, that bloke is eighty-five years old! Eighty-five!”

Purdue was amazed. He lifted the water bottle to the light, but it looked like average water. “I don’t understand. You mean, he drank this very water?”

“No, he bathed in it,” Sam beamed, “back in 1969! Look at him! This water practically, well, it seems to slow down time or something.”

“Sam, water cannot slow down time, just motion,” Purdue negated what he hoped was true.

“Do you me need to call Gunnar over here again? Did you see that? I even checked his I.D. He was born in 1930!” Sam smiled and glanced back at the people behind him before lowering his voice to the laptop. “And this is our secret, alright? This can never get out, alright Purdue?”

“It will not,” Purdue said seriously. He looked at the water and though it contained no colors as Sam had mentioned, he knew Sam’s word was ironclad. An idea formed in Purdue’s head that could solve a lot of problems for a lot of people. “Sam,” he said as he grabbed a pen and paper. “Where exactly are you?”

He did not care how furious Nina was with him or how she did not want to see him. There would be plenty of time to hate him once she was well enough.