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Trigger's eyes narrowed for an instant. Secretly she felt very much relieved. Holati Tate, at any rate, wouldn't let anything really unpleasant happen to her and she would find out at last what had been going on. "You've got an odd way of taking people places," she observed. He laughed. "The grabber party wasn't scheduled. You'd indicated you wanted to speak to the Commissioner.
"When did you decide it would be better if nobody ever got to see that king plasmoid again?" Holati Tate said, "About the time I saw the reconstruct of that yellow monster of Balmordan's. Frankly, Trigger, there was a good deal of discussion of possibilities along that line before we decided to announce the discovery of Harvest Moon.
"I didn't?" Trigger said weakly. "No. I thought it might have cleared up, and you just had some reason for not wanting to mention it." He got to his feet. "Like that drink now before I go on with the details?" She nodded. Holati Tate brought her the drink and went on with the details.
Commissioner Tate and Professor Mantelish, who sat in an armchair off to her right, were staring at her, eyebrows up, apparently surprised about something. "What's the matter?" she asked. "We're just wondering," said Holati, "how you happen to remember 113, in particular, out of the thousands of plasmoids on Harvest Moon." "Oh.
A lot of the Home Office big shots disliked Holati Tate. He'd stamped on their toes more than once very justifiably; but he'd stamped. The Home Office wouldn't go an inch out of its way to do something just because Commissioner Tate happened to want it done. So somebody else was backing up Commissioner Tate's instructions. Trigger shook her head helplessly.
"Remember the night we stopped off at Evalee on the way in from Manon?" "Yes," she said. "That big hotel!" "About an hour after you'd decided to hit the bunk," Holati said, "I portaled back to your rooms to pick up some Precol reports we'd been setting up." Trigger nodded. "I remember the reports." "A couple of characters were working on your doors when I got there.
"Well, if there's something else that should be discussed I can break my dinner date," Trigger said, somewhat reluctantly. "I had a chance to talk with Brule at the spaceport for a while, when we came in this morning." "I wasn't suggesting that," said Holati. "There still are things to be discussed, but a few hours one way or the other won't make any difference.
Handbag and strap vanished, as her right hand slapped the porgee pouch. The Denton popped into her palm. The flower pot screeched and flew apart. "Golly!" she said, startled. "Come, Fido!" Handbag and strap reappeared and she reached out and caught the strap. She looked around at Commissioner Tate. "Sorry about your pot, Holati. I was just going to shake it up a little.
Contact was coming more easily and quickly every morning. But the information which had begun to filter through in the last few days wasn't at all calculated to make one happy. She was afraid now she was going to die in this thing. She had almost let it slip out to Holati, which wouldn't have helped in the least. She'd have to watch that in future. Repulsive hadn't exactly said she would die.
"Well," Trigger said, "what had Doctor Fayle been up to?" "We don't know yet," Holati told her. "Obviously he had something in mind with the faked order and the alteration of the report. But the only thing we can say definitely is that he disappeared on the League ship he had requisitioned, along with its personnel and the 112-113 plasmoid, and hasn't shown up again.
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