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Updated: June 10, 2025
"You can contact him. I thought so." Doctor Plemponi looked reproachful. "That was unfair, Trigger! You're quick-witted." Trigger shrugged. "I can't see any justification for all this mystery, that's all." She stood up. "Anyway, here's the message.
I've caught up with my reading, and Mihul has put me through two of her tune-up commando courses. But the point is that I'm not on vacation. I don't believe Precol would feel that any of my present activities come under the heading of detached duty work!" There was a short silence. Plemponi stared down at his empty tray, said, "Excuse me," got up and walked over to the wall chef with the tray.
I'm not supposed to admit to anyone that I know anything of the whereabouts of Holati Tate or Professor Mantelish." "Fibber!" Trigger said quietly. "So you know!" Plemponi looked appealingly at Mihul. She was grinning. "My lips are sealed, Trigger! I can't help it. Please believe me." "Let me sum it up then," Trigger said, tapping the arm of her chair with a finger tip.
Unless something begins to happen and rather soon there's no excuse for me to stay here." "Couldn't you," Plemponi suggested, "regard this as a kind of well-earned little vacation?" "I've tried to regard it as that. Holati impressed on me that one of us had to remain in the area of the Project at all times, so I haven't even been able to leave the school grounds.
"You don't think she's going to wait now?" "I do not," Mihul said. "She's forwarded him a kind of ultimatum through Plemponi. Communicate-or-else, in effect. Frankly, I wouldn't care to guarantee she'll stay around to hear the answer." "Hm.... What do you expect she'll do?" "Take off," Mihul said. "One way or the other." "Ungh," Quillan said disgustedly.
"He didn't say a thing about how long this situation might continue?" "No. I've given you the message word for word. My memory is excellent, Trigger." "So it could be more weeks? Or months?" "Yes. Possibly. I imagine...." Plemponi had begun to perspire. "Plemp," said Trigger, "will you give Holati a message from me?" "Gladly!" said Plemponi. "What oh, oh!" He flushed. "Right," said Trigger.
But I'm just a Precol employee, after all. If I'm to waste their time, I'd like to know at least why it's necessary." Plemponi watched her walk out of the room and off down the adjoining hall. In his face consternation struggled with approval. "Lovely little figure, hasn't she?" he said to Mihul. He made vague curving motions in the air with one hand, more or less opposing ones with the other.
When that car homed in, I yelled a warning to the nearest bunch of students and dropped flat behind a rock. By the time I risked a look, the cops had them." "You showed very good sense," Plemponi told her earnestly. "I hope they burn those thugs! Grabbing's a filthy business." "That large object coming straight at you," Mihul observed calmly, "is another aircar.
And now you're the secretary and assistant of the famous Precolonial Commissioner Holati Tate which makes you almost a participant in what may well turn out to be the greatest scientific event of the century.... I'm referring, of course," Plemponi added, "to Tate's discovery of the Old Galactic plasmoids." "Of course," agreed Trigger. "And what is all this leading up to, Plemp?"
"That sort of an up-and-sideways lilt when she walks." "Uh-huh," said Mihul. "Old goats." "Eh?" said Doctor Plemponi. "I overheard you discussing Trigger's lilt with Mantelish." Plemponi sat down at his desk. "You shouldn't eavesdrop, Mihul," he said severely. "I'd better get that message promptly to Tate, I suppose. She meant what she said, don't you think?" "Every bit of it," said Mihul.
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