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But the Commissioner broke out one of the ship's two heavy-duty suits; and when Trigger wasn't at the controls, eating, sleeping, or taking care of the ship's housekeeping with Lyad and Mantelish, she drilled. She wasn't at the controls too often. When she was, they had to surface and proceed in normal space. But Lyad, not too surprisingly, turned out to be a qualified subspace pilot.
The Commissioner had swung the transmitter cabinet aside and was back there, prowling among the power leads. "What's wrong?" Trigger asked. "Transmitters went out," he said. "Don't know why yet. Grab some tools and help me check." She slipped on her work gloves, grabbed some tools and joined him. Lyad and Mantelish watched them silently.
"Then by all means," Lyad said, "let's stay together a little while longer." "She," said Trigger, "is a remarkable woman." "Yeah," said Quillan. "Remarkable." "May I ask you, finally, a few pertinent questions?" Trigger inquired humbly. "Not here, sweet stuff," said Quillan. "You're a bossy sort of slob, Heslet Quillan," she said equably. Quillan didn't answer.
"She probably attached herself to the group as soon as she discovered Lyad had come on board. Which," Quillan said, "is exactly what I would have told Gaya to do if I'd spotted Lyad first." Trigger was silent a little longer this time. "Were you thinking this Lyad could be...." "One of our suspects? Well," said Quillan judiciously, "let's say Lyad has all the basic qualifications.
Lyad glanced at the outline in the detectors. "It is!" Her face went white. "Talk to 'em," he ordered. "Know their call number?" "Of course," Lyad sat down at the communicator. Her hands shook for a moment, then steadied. "What am I to say?" "Just find out what's happened, to start with. Why they're still here. Then we'll improvise. Get them to come to the screen if you can."
"She'll do that," Quillan said. "By the time we reach Luscious, the prof probably might as well be back in the trances. The Commissioner intends to give her a little rope, I think." "How close is Luscious to that area she showed?" Quillan flicked on their course screen and superimposed the map Lyad had marked. "Red dot's well inside," he pointed out. "That bit was probably quite solid info."
He looked again at Trigger. He was a small man with salt-and-pepper hair, a deeply lined face, beautiful liquid-black eyes. "Very!" Lyad said. "We must remember that. Hello, Trigger!" "Hello," Trigger said. Her glance went once around the room and came back to Lyad's amiably observant face. Repulsive's container was nowhere around. There seemed to be nobody else in the room.
The Askab of Elfkund is, you might way, one of the branch managers of the Ermetyne interests in the Hub. He is also a hard-working heel in his own right. But he's not the right size to be one of the people we're thinking about. Lyad is. He might have been doing a job for her." "Job?" she asked. She laughed. "Not with those odd little grannies?" "We know the odd little grannies.
Trigger had been a little startled when she answered the doorchime and saw Lyad standing there. She invited the Ermetyne in. "I thought I'd thank you personally," Lyad said casually, "for a recording which was delivered to me some months ago." "That's quite all right," Trigger said, also casually. "I was sure I wasn't going to have any use for it." Lyad studied her face for a moment.
But I never imagined she'd be a good enough engineer to get inside them and mess them up without killing herself." "Lyad has her points," Trigger said. "Too bad she grew up a rat. You had a playback attachment stuck in there then?" "Naturally." "Full of the fungus, I suppose?" "Full of it," said the Commissioner. "Well, Lyad still lost on that maneuver.
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