Part 20 (1/2)

”We have here the tape report of Ras Hume, Out-Hunter of the Guild.”

Vye watched the officer in the black and silver of the Patrol, a black and silver modified with the small, green, eye badge of X-Tee, with level and hostile gaze.

”Then you know the story.” He was going to make no additions nor explanations. Maybe Hume had cleared him. All right, that was all he would ask, to be free to go his way and forget about Jumala--and Ras Hume.

He had not seen the Hunter since they had both been loaded into the Patrol flitter in the gap. Wa.s.s had come out of the valley a witless, dazed creature, still under the mental influence of whoever, or whatever, had set that trap. As far as Vye knew the Veep had not yet recovered his full senses, he might never do so. And if Hume had not dictated that confession to d.a.m.n himself before the Patrol, he might have escaped. They could suspect--but they would have had no proof.

”You continue to refuse to tape?” The officer favored him with one of the closed-jaw looks Vye had often seen on the face of authority.

”I have my rights.”

”You have the right to claim victim compensation--a good compensation, Lansor.”

Vye shrugged and then winced at a warning from the tender skin over ribs.

”I make no claim, and no tape,” he repeated. And he intended to go on saying that as long as they asked him. This was the second visit in two days and he was getting a little tired of it all. Perhaps he should do as prudence dictated and demand to be returned to Nahuatl.

Only his odd, unexplainable desire to at least see Hume kept him from making the request they would have to honor.

”You had better reconsider.” Authority resumed.

”Rights of person--” Vye almost grinned as he recited that. For the first time in his pushed-around life he could use that particular phrase and make it stick. He thought there was a sour twist to the officer's mouth, but the other still retained his impersonal tone as he spoke into the inters.h.i.+p com:

”He refused to make a tape.”

Vye waited for the other's next move. This should mark the end of their interview. But instead the officer appeared to relax the restraint of his official manner. He brought a viv-root case from an inner pocket, offered a choice of contents to Vye, who gave an instant and suspicious refusal by shake of head. The officer selected one of the small tubes, snapped off the protecto-nib, and set it between his lips for a satisfying and lengthy pull. Then the panel of the cabin door pushed open, and Vye sat up with a jerk as Ras Hume, his head banded with a skin-core covering, entered.

The officer waved his hand at Vye with the air of one turning over a problem. ”You were entirely right. And he's all yours, Hume.”

Vye looked from one to the other. With Hume's tape in official hands why wasn't the Hunter under restraint? Unless, because they were aboard the Patrol cruiser, the officers didn't think a closer confinement was necessary. Yet the Hunter wasn't acting the role of prisoner very well. In fact he perched on a wall-flip seat with the ease of one completely at home, accepted the viv-root Vye had refused.

”So you won't make a tape,” he asked cheerfully.

”You act as if you want me to!” Vye was so completely baffled by this odd turn of action that his voice came out almost plaintively.

”Seeing as how a great deal of time and effort went into placing you in the position where you _could_ give us that tape, I must admit some disappointment.”

”Give _us_?” Vye echoed.

The officer removed the viv-root from between his lips. ”Tell him the whole sad story, Hume.”

But Vye began to guess. Life in the Starfall, or as port-drift, either sharpened the wits or deadened them. Vye's had suffered the burnis.h.i.+ng process. ”A set-up?”

”A set-up,” Hume agreed. Then he glanced at the Patrol officer a little defensively. ”I might as well tell the whole truth--this didn't quite begin on the right side of the law. I had my reasons for wanting to make trouble for the Kogan estate, only not because of the credits involved.” He moved his plasta-flesh hand. ”When I found that L-B from the Largo Drift and saw the possibilities, did a little day dreaming--I worked out this scheme. But I'm a Guild man and as it happens, I want to stay one. So I reported to one of the Masters and told him the whole story--why I hadn't taped on the records my discovery on Jumala.