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In essence, the riddles presented by the Old Galactic Station appeared to be solved. The three made up their secret report to the U-League.
"Mantelish is coming along plus around eight tons of his lab equipment. Plus his special U-League guards." "Oh?" Trigger picked up the Puya glass. She looked into it. It was empty. "Moving where?" she asked. "Manon," said the Commissioner. "Tell you about that later." Every last muscle in Trigger's body seemed to go limp simultaneously.
She made them out a check and gave it the Ruya Farn signature via telewriter. The figure on that check was going to cause some U-League auditor's eyebrows to fly off the top of his head one of these days; but if the League insisted on remaining aloof to the problems of its Plasmoid Project, a little financial anguish was the least it could expect in return.
The bony-faced young man looking out at her wore the lusterless black uniform of a U-League Junior Scientist. His expression was worried. He said, "I believe there is, Miss Farn." Rak was the group leader of the thirty-four Junior Scientists the League had installed in the Project. Like all the Juniors, he took his duties very seriously.
It then reshaped itself into a copy of the predecessor, and remained where it was. Obviously a replacement. There was dignified scientific jubilation among the three. This was precisely the kind of information the U-League and everybody else had been hoping to obtain. 112-113 tentatively could be assumed to be a kind of monitor of the station's activities.
"One of them got lively enough for poor old Azol, didn't it?" Professor Mantelish rumbled from his armchair. Trigger grimaced. Doctor Azol's fate might be one of the things that had given her a negative attitude towards plasmoids. With Mantelish and Doctor Gess Fayle, Azol had been the third of the three big U-League boys in charge of the initial investigation on Harvest Moon.
I even let him talk me into doing it under the assumed name of Ruya Farn and" she reached up and touched the side of her head "and to dye my hair. For no sane reason that I could discover! He said the U-League had requested it." Doctor Plemponi coughed. "Well, you know, Trigger, how sensitive the League is to personal notoriety." The eyebrow went up again. "Notoriety?" "Not in the wrong sense!"
"Next day," said Holati, "Doctor Gess Fayle presented Mantelish with a transmitted message from U-League Headquarters. It contained instructions to have Fayle mount the 112-113 unit immediately in one of the League ships at Harvest Moon and bring it quietly to Maccadon." Mantelish frowned. "The message was faked!" he boomed. "Not only that," said Holati.
"You know," Quillan remarked reflectively, "that's odd! They didn't think to tell me." "Why are you letting me know?" Mihul asked. "You'll find out, doll," he said. The U-League guard leaning against the wall opposite the portal snapped to attention as it opened. Trigger stepped out. He gave her a fine flourish of a salute. "Good morning, Miss Farn." "Morning," Trigger said.
"Amnesias! What are you talking about?" The Commissioner said. "I'm talking about you. This is bound to be a jolt, Trigger girl. Might have been easier after a drink. But I'll just give it to you straight. About a week after Mantelish and his U-League crew first arrived here, you did pass out on one occasion while we were on the Harvest Moon with them. And afterwards you didn't remember doing it."
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