Part 23 (1/2)
”He's very rich, I imagine?” Trigger said thoughtfully.
”Very. He'd be much richer even if it weren't for his hobby.”
”What's that?”
”Harems. The Pluly harems rate among the most intriguing and best educated in the Hub.”
Trigger looked at Pluly again. ”Ugh!” she said faintly.
Quillan laughed. ”The Pluly salaries are correspondingly high. Viewer's dropping the group now, so there's just one more I'd like you to notice.
The tall girl with black hair, in orange.”
Trigger nodded. ”Yes. I see her. She's beautiful.”
”So she is. She's also s.p.a.ce Scout Intelligence. Gaya. Comes from Farnhart where they use the single name system. A noted horsewoman, very wealthy, socially established. Which is why we like to use her in situations like this.”
Trigger was silent a moment. Then she said, ”What kind of situation is it? I mean, what's she doing with Lyad Ermetyne and the others?”
”She probably attached herself to the group as soon as she discovered Lyad had come on board. Which,” Quillan said, ”is exactly what I would have told Gaya to do if I'd spotted Lyad first.”
Trigger was silent a little longer this time. ”Were you thinking this Lyad could be....”
”One of our suspects? Well,” said Quillan judiciously, ”let's say Lyad has all the basic qualifications. Since she's come on board, we'd better consider her. When something's going on that looks more than usually tricky, Lyad is always worth considering. And there's one point that looks even more interesting to me now than it did at first.”
”What's that?”
”Those two little old ladies I eased out of their rightful cabin.”
Trigger looked at him. ”What about them?”
”This about them. The Askab of Elfkund is, you might way, one of the branch managers of the Ermetyne interests in the Hub. He is also a hard-working heel in his own right. But he's not the right size to be one of the people we're thinking about. Lyad is. He might have been doing a job for her.”
”Job?” she asked. She laughed. ”Not with those odd little grannies?”
”We know the odd little grannies. They're the Askab's poisoners and pretty slick at it. They were sizing you up while you were having that little chat, doll. Probably not for a coffin this time. You were just getting the equivalent of a pretty thorough medical check-up.
Presumably, though, for some sinister ultimate purpose.”
”How do you know?” Trigger asked, very uncomfortably.
”One of those little suitcases in their cabin was a diagnostic recorder.
It would have been standing fairly close to the door while you were there. If they didn't take your recordings out before I got there, they're still inside. They're being watched and they know it. It seemed like a good idea to keep the Askab feeling fairly nervous until we found out whether those sweethearts of his had been parked next door to you on purpose.”
”Apparently they were,” Trigger admitted. ”Nice bunch of people!”
”Oh, they're not all bad. Lyad has her points. And old Belchik, for example, isn't really a heel. He just had no ethics. Or morals. And revolting habits. Anyway, all this brings up the matter of what we should do with you now.”
Trigger set her gla.s.s down on the table.