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Updated: June 17, 2025
Joe Kivelson had finished telling what had happened aboard the Javelin when we joined the main crowd, and everybody was talking about what ought to be done with Steve Ravick. Oddly enough, the most bloodthirsty were the banker and the professor. Well, maybe it wasn't so odd.
Finally, I was left with the choice of helping Gerrit escape from Hunters' Hall or having him lynched before I could arrest him." He turned to Kivelson. "In the light of what you knew, I don't blame you for calling me a dirty traitor." "But how did I know..." Kivelson began. "That's right. You weren't supposed to. That was before you found out.
It was Joe Kivelson, of all people, who caught the first gleam. "I know that name," he said. "Something on Loki, wasn't it?" Yes; that was it. Now that my nose was rubbed in it again, I got it. "The Loki enslavements. Was that it?" I asked. "I read about it, but I never seem to have heard of Gerrit." "He was the mastermind.
The place is crawling with cops now." "Go to Third Level Down and get up on the catwalk on the right," Bish said. "I'll be along to pick you up." "Roger. We'll be looking for you." The car stopped at Second Level Down. I punched a button and sent it down another level. Joe Kivelson, who was dabbing at his cheek with a piece of handkerchief tissue, wanted to know what was up.
He's just a shade older than I am; he was eighteen around noon, and my eighteenth birthday won't come till midnight, Fenris Standard Sundial Time. His father is Joe Kivelson, the skipper of the Javelin; Tom is sort of junior engineer, second gunner, and about third harpooner.
Everybody in the boat was listening, so I continued: "How much do you know about this fellow Devis, who strained his back at the last moment?" "Engine room's where he could have planted something," Joe Kivelson said. "He was in there by himself for a while, the morning after the meeting," Abdullah Monnahan added.
Nobody, not even Joe Kivelson, wanted to begin with any massed frontal attack on Hunters' Hall. "We'll have to bombard the place," he was saying. "We try to rush it and we'll lose half our gang before we get in. One man with good cover and a machine gun's good for a couple of hundred in the open." "Bish may be inside," I mentioned.
"Wonder if he's going to try to give us that stuff about substitutes?" Oscar said. "Well, what are you going to do?" I asked. "I'll tell you what we're not going to do," Joe Kivelson said. "We're not going to take his price cut. "You can't sell wax anywhere else, can you?" "Is that so, we can't?" Joe started.
There was a sound of cheering from the intercom. Tom asked if I wanted to fire another clip. I told him I thought I had the hang of it now, and screwed a swab onto the ramrod and opened the breech to clean the gun. Joe Kivelson grinned at me when I went up to the conning tower. "That wasn't bad, Walt," he said. "You never manned a 50-mm before, did you?"
He wasn't anywhere near the Javelin." "Where's Al Devis?" I asked. "Who? I don't believe I know him." After Hallstock got into his big black air-limousine and took off, Joe Kivelson gave a short laugh. "I could have told him where Al Devis is," he said. "No, I couldn't, either," he corrected himself. "That's a religious question, and I don't discuss religion." I shut off my radio in a hurry.
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