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"Tate warned me she might get very difficult about this time. She's too conscientious, I feel." "She also," said Mihul, "has a boy friend in the Manon System. They've been palsy ever since they went through the school here together." "Ought to get married then," Plemponi said. He shuddered. "My blood runs cold every time I think of how close those grabbers got to her yesterday!" Mihul shrugged.
Plemponi glanced over at Mihul and looked evasive. "That being?" he asked. "You know," Trigger said. "But I'll put it into specific questions if you like. Where's Commissioner Tate?" "I don't know." "Where is Mantelish?" He shook his head. "I don't know that either." He began to look unhappy. "Oh?" said Trigger. "Who does know then?" "I'm not allowed to tell you," Doctor Plemponi said firmly.
She dropped forward, doubled up and struggling for breath, but already twisting around toward Trigger. Trigger stepped across her, picked up the Denton, shifted its setting, thumbed it to twelve-hour stunner max, and let Mihul have it between the shoulder blades. Mihul jerked forward and went limp.
She had gone over to a wall basin and was washing out a tumbler. "Why does she walk like that?" "The little swing in the rear? She's studied it." Mihul half filled the tumbler with water, fished a transparent splinter of something out of a pocket and cracked the splinter over the edge of the glass. "Among your friends it's referred to as the Argee Lilt. She's got you down pat, kid."
Doctor Plemponi removed a crammed breakfast tray from a wall chef, took a chair across from Trigger, sat down with the tray on his knees, excused himself, and began to eat and talk simultaneously. "Before we go into that very reasonable complaint you made to Mihul yesterday," he said, "I wish you'd let me point out a few things." Trigger nodded. "Please do."
"Very fast car," Trigger agreed. "It's what made me suspicious when I first saw them come in." "They also," said Mihul, "had a high-speed interplanetary hopper waiting for them in the hills. Two more men in it. The cops caught them, too." She added, "They were grabbers, all right!" "Anything to indicate whom they were after?" Trigger asked. "No," Mihul said. "Too many possibilities.
"Eight hours, ten minutes. You woke up on schedule. I had breakfast sent up thirty minutes ago. I've already eaten mine took one sniff and plunged in. It's good!" Mihul's hair, Trigger saw, had been cropped short and a streak of gray added over the right side; and they'd changed the color of her eyes to hazel. She wondered what had been done to her along that line. "Want to come in?" Mihul said.
That's the game bird area before you." Mihul appeared in the doorframe, in an outfit almost a duplicate of Trigger's, in pearl-gray tones. "Feel all right?" "Feeling fine," Trigger said. Byla Uplands the southern tip of the continent. She could make it back to Ceyce in two hours or less! She turned and grinned at Mihul. "I also feel hungry. How long was I out?" Mihul glanced at her wrist watch.
She considered. "Changed your mind about that parole business yet?" "I hadn't really thought about it," Trigger said. "I'd let you carry your own gun then." Trigger looked reflective, then shook her head. "I'd rather not." "Suit yourself," Mihul said agreeably. "In that case though, there should be something else understood." "What's that?"
"We'll have up to three-four days to spend here together before Whatzzit shows up." "Whatzzit?" "For future reference," Mihul said, "Whatzzit will be that which or he or she who wishes to have that interview with you and has arranged for it. That's in case you want to talk about it. I might as well tell you that I'll do very little talking about Whatzzit."
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