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It was one of the best jobs of well-verbalized huffing she'd heard, even from the professor. He ran down in less than five minutes, though apparently he'd already let off considerable steam. Lyad had dehypnotized him, at the Commissioner's suggestion. It had been a lengthy job, requiring a couple of hours, but it was a complete one.
Balmordan didn't fit her picture of a Devagas leader too badly. His manner and talk were easygoing and agreeable. But his particular brand of ogle, when she first became aware of it, had been disquieting. Rather like a biologist planning the details of an interesting vivisection. Of course he was a biologist. But Trigger kept wondering why Lyad had invited him to dinner.
Trigger decided to forget about beady stares for the moment. "Cheer up, Lyad!" she said. "Nobody's going to hurt you. Just give 'em the answers!" She got another glance. Not a grateful one, exactly. Not an ungrateful one either. Temporary support had been acknowledged.
It was again Lyad who had given Mantelish his call to bemused duty via a transmitted verbal cue on her arrival in Manon, and instructed him to get lost from his League guards for a few hours in Manon's swamps. There she had met and conferred with him and pumped him of all he could tell her.
It's safer." Quillan patted him fondly on the shoulder. "That's one law-abiding citizen in this group!" He winked at Trigger. "Trigger's wondering," he told Lyad, "why she and I are being told these things." "Well, obviously," Lyad said, "Trigger and you are in an excellent position or will be, very soon to act as middlemen in the matter." "Wha...." Trigger began, astounded.
The engines hurled them forward. Twelve seconds later, they angled and dived again. Subspace reappeared. "Guess you were right!" the Commissioner said. He idled the engines and scratched his chin. "But what were they?" "Everything about it was wrong!" Lyad was saying presently, her face still white. "Their faces, in particular, were deformed!" She looked at Trigger. "You saw it?" Trigger nodded.
She may hope to be rescued before the information you want can be forced from her." The Ermetyne sighed. "Oh, really now, Trigger!" she very nearly pouted. "Well, if I must explain about that to you, too, I shall." She considered a moment. "Did you see your facsimile?" Trigger nodded. "Very briefly." Lyad smiled.
It was trying to get into the rest cubicle vaults. Just think, it might have been sent after you!" It was rather cruel. Pluly's head jerked, and he blinked rapidly at Lyad, saying nothing. He was a badly scared little man at that moment. Trigger felt a little sorry for him, but not too sorry. Belchy's ogle had been of the straightforward, loose-lipped, drooling variety.
She gave Doctor Veetonia a quick glance. He did look very unpleasantly dead. "We'll go over to that ComWeb in a moment," she told Lyad. "I imagine you wouldn't have left it on open circuit?" Lyad shook her head. "Calls go through the ship's communication office." "Your own people on duty there?" "No. Pluly's." "Will they take your orders?" "Certainly!" "Can they listen in?" Trigger asked.
"The other reason she came here," Pilch said, "is to take care of the financing of Mantelish's expedition." "I didn't know that!" Trigger said, surprised. "It's her way of making amends. Her legitimate Hub holdings are still enormous, of course. She can afford it." "Well," Trigger said, "that's one thing about Lyad she's wholehearted!" "She's that," said Pilch.
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