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A very special job. Trigger ran through the settings, opened the container and peered inside. "Rather cramped," she observed. "Not for one of them. We needed room for the gadgetry." "Yes," she said. "Subspace rotation." She shook her head. "Is that another Space Scout invention?" "No," said Holati. "They stole it from Subspace Engineers. Engineers don't know we have it yet.
"And if you weighed it, you'd probably find it still weighs an exact three and a half pounds. Mantelish feels the thing turns any food intake directly into energy." "Then it should be able to produce a very nice jolt at the moment," Trigger commented. "Now, what do I do with Repulsive?" Holati took a towel from beneath the table and spread it out. "Absorbent material," he said.
Quillan went in and closed the door behind him. "What did I do?" he asked bewilderedly. "Nothing much," said Holati. "You just share the misfortune of being a male human being. At the moment, Trigger's against 'em. She blew up the Brule Inger setup last night." "Oh!" Quillan sat down. "I never did like that idea much," he said. The Commissioner shrugged. "You don't know the girl yet.
"You will oversimplify grossly, of course, but it should do for the moment. At a more leisurely time I shall be glad to give Trigger an accurate description of the processes." Trigger smiled at him. "Thank you, Professor!" She took her second sip of the Puya. Not bad. "Well, Mantelish was dosing this plasmoid with mild electrical stimulations," Holati went on.
It would last, at least, until Holati finished his explaining. There was no really good reason not to include Major Quillan in it. "Ah, Puya!" Professor Mantelish exclaimed, advancing on the tray as Quillan set it on the table. Mantelish seemed to have forgotten about plasmoid experiments for the moment, and Trigger didn't intend to remind him.
"It was a complete and detailed report!" "True," Holati said, "but the report the U-League got didn't happen to be the one Professor Mantelish helped make up. We'll go into that later. The plasmoid the professor was experimenting with was the 112-113 unit." He shifted his gaze to Mantelish. "Still want me to tell it?" "Yes, yes!" Mantelish said impatiently.
When I can't, the kids will shift in automatically." The kids were the five assistants among whom her duties had been divided in her absence. "Major Quillan called me up to Mantelish's lab around ten," she went on. "They wanted to see Repulsive, so I took him up there. Then it turned out Mantelish wanted to take Repulsive along on a field trip this afternoon." Holati looked startled.
I'm not supposed to admit to anyone that I know anything of the whereabouts of Holati Tate or Professor Mantelish." "Fibber!" Trigger said quietly. "So you know!" Plemponi looked appealingly at Mihul. She was grinning. "My lips are sealed, Trigger! I can't help it. Please believe me." "Let me sum it up then," Trigger said, tapping the arm of her chair with a finger tip.
It still was quite possible, she decided, that her own plans weren't completely spoiled. Holati and his friends didn't necessarily know about that vault account. If they did know she'd had one and had closed it out, they could make a pretty good guess at what she'd done with the money.
"For you," he said. "I didn't tell you everything." "You rarely do," Trigger remarked. "I'll tell you now," said Holati. "The day after we left, when it started acting very agitated and then very droopy, Mantelish said it might be missing the female touch it had got from you. He was being facetious, I think.
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