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"Definitely." "Oho! But then " "Professor," Trigger interrupted politely in turn, "may I get you a drink?" He glared at her, growled, then grinned. "I'll shut up," he said. Lyad went on. Doctor Fayle had resumed experimentation with the 112-113 unit almost as soon as he was alone with it; and one of the first things he did was to detach the small 113 section from the main one.
Then, as all eyes swiveled over to her, she checked herself. "Did you really think," she asked Lyad, "that we'd agree to such a thing?" "Certainly not," said Lyad. "I don't expect anyone to agree to anything tonight though it's a safe assumption I'm not the only one here who has made sure this conversation is not being recorded, and will not be available for reconstruction. Well, Quillan?"
"I can believe that," Lyad said. "Forgive me the discourtesy of so urgent an invitation, Trigger. A quite recent event made it seem necessary. As to the business as a start, this gentleman is Doctor Veetonia. He is an investigator of extraordinary talents along his line. At the moment, he is a trifle tired because of the very long hours he worked last night."
The arrangement I've planned will do no harm to anybody. Come in with me, and you can write your own ticket for the rest of your life." "No ticket," Trigger said. She waggled the Denton slightly. "Go ahead! You can talk to the Council later." Lyad shrugged resignedly, turned again and reached toward the ComWeb. Trigger might have relaxed just a trifle at that moment.
"Not on your ship, First Lady." The light-amber eyes barely narrowed. But Lyad had become, at that moment, very alert. "Why do you think so?" she asked pleasantly. "This room," said Trigger. "You don't gush, I think. What was the business matter?" "In a moment," Lyad said. She smiled again. "Where else might you be?" Trigger thought she could guess. But she didn't intend to. Not out loud.
Trigger lay back and looked at him. "This is going to sound pretty odd!" she warned him. Then she told him what Repulsive had done and what he was trying to do. The Commissioner looked badly shaken. "You sure of that, Trigger?" "Sure, I'm sure." "Trying to talk to you?" "That's it." He blinked at her. "I looked in the bag, and the thing was gone." "Lyad knows it was gone," Trigger said.
"Shall I get Lyad out of her cabin for the rest of the story or wait till he wakes up?" "Better wait," said the Commissioner. "He'll come out of it in about an hour, and he might as well hear it with us. Looks like navigating's going to be a little rough for a spell anyway." Trigger nodded and sat down in the control next to his. After a while he glanced over at her.
She wrinkled her nose at him. "But that's all over and done with. And now no more business tonight. I promise." She turned her head a little. "Flam!" she called. "Yes, First Lady?" said the voice of the red-headed girl. "Bring us Miss Argee's property, please." Flam brought in a small package of flat disks taped together. Lyad took them.
When the ComWeb reported the fourth caller, it sounded awed. "The name given is the Lady Lyad Ermetyne!" it said. Quillan beamed. "Lyad? Bless her heart! A pleasure. Put her through." A screen shaped itself on the wall mirror to the right. Lyad Ermetyne's face appeared in it. "Heslet Quillan!" She smiled. "So you aren't permanently lost to your friends, after all!" It was a light, liquid voice.
Its head seemed turned toward the group, but whatever features it had remained hidden under the fur. Then an arm like the arm of a bear reached out and Trigger saw a great furred hand that in shape seemed completely human clutch the chair's edge. "He was resting," Lyad said. "Not sleeping. Pilli doesn't sleep. He's a perfect guardian. Come here, Pilli meet Trigger Argee."
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