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But she had been trained in communications, and the service cabinet was as simple as any gadget in its class could get. She punched in the ship's location diagram. The Dawn City was slightly more than an hour out of Ceyce Port, but it hadn't yet cleared the subspace nets which created interlocking and impenetrable fields of energy about the Maccadon System.
His first, last, and only subspace command, of course, since he was now a married man. Deston had wanted to resign while still a First Officer, but his superiors would not accept his resignation until his promotion "for outstanding services" came through. Thus, Ex-Captain Carlyle Deston and his wife were dead-heading, not quite back to Earth, but to the transfer-point for the planet Newmars.
The bedside ComWeb warned her politely that it was now ten minutes to dive point. Waking passengers who experienced subspace distress in any form could obtain immediate assistance by a call on any ComWeb. If they preferred, they could have their cabins kept under the continuous visual supervision of their personal steward or stewardess.
The ship, running subspace and pilotless, plowed headlong into the next gravitic twister and broke up. A Devagas ship's detectors picked up the wreckage three days later. Balmordan was on board the Devagas ship and in charge. The Devagas, at that time, were at least as plasmoid-hungry as anybody else, and knew they were not likely to see their hunger gratified for several decades.
If she'd just wanted to hole up, that was where she would have had the best chance to do it successfully. Evalee, the first Hub stop, was only nine hours' flight away; Garth lay less than five hours beyond Evalee. After that there was only the long subspace run to Manon.... They'd have to work very fast to keep her from leaving the Hub this time!
"And by what is, at all events, an interesting coincidence," the Commissioner went on, "we've had word that an outfit called Vishni's Fleet hasn't been heard from for some months. Their I-Fleet area is a long way out beyond Manon, but Fayle could have made it there, at League ship speeds, in about twenty days. Less, if Vishni sent a few pilots to meet him and guide him out of subspace.
She hadn't experienced any further hallucinations, or other indications of subspace distress; but the one she'd had would do her for a while. The little viewer library she was in was otherwise deserted, and she'd been going about her studies there just the least bit nervously. Subject of the studies were the Hub's principal games of chance.
High Brass came in quantity and the entire story except for one bit of biology was told. Two huge subspace-going machine shops also came, and a thousand mechanics, who worked on the crippled liner for almost three weeks. Then the Procyon started back for Earth under her own subspace drive, under the command of Captain Theodore Jones.
You perhaps saw some of the bodies. What were they like?" "They looked ... well, not exactly as though they had exploded, but " he paused. "Precisely." Gray-Hair beamed. "That eliminates all the others except three Morton's, Sebring's, and Rothstein's." "You're a specialist in subspace, then?" "Oh, no, I'm not a specialist at all. I'm a dabbler, really.
He smiled rather sadistically, Trigger felt and added, "Till they've lived through one of them, that is." Trigger nodded. She'd lived through quite a few of them. She didn't like subspace particularly nobody did but except for an occasional touch of nausea or dizziness at the beginning of a dive, it didn't bother her much.
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