Part 34 (1/2)

”One of the real eggheads!” Trigger smiled nervously. ”And then I just took off! They can't have too good an opinion of me at the moment, you know.”

”Apparently that didn't upset them in the least,” the Commissioner said. ”They told me to stay calm and make sure you got to Manon all right. Then they said they had a s.h.i.+p operating in this area, and they'd route it over to Manon after you arrived here.”

”A s.h.i.+p?” Trigger asked.

”I've seen a few of their s.h.i.+ps--they looked like oversized flying mountains. Camouflage jobs. What they actually are is s.p.a.cegoing superlaboratories, from what I've heard. This one has a couple of those topnotchers on board, and one of them will take you on. It's due here in a day or so.”

Trigger had paled somewhat. ”You know,” she said, ”I feel a little shaken myself now.”

”I'm not surprised,” said the Commissioner.

She shook her head. ”Well if they're topnotchers, they must know what they're doing.” She gave him a smile. ”Looks like I'm something extremely unusual! Like a bothersome planetary culture.... Weak joke,”

she added.

The Commissioner ignored the weak joke. ”There's another thing,” he said thoughtfully.

”What's that?”

”When I mentioned your reluctance about being interviewed, they told me not to worry about it--that you wouldn't try to duck out again. That's why I was surprised when you brought up the matter of the interview yourself just now.”

”Now that is odd,” Trigger admitted after a pause. ”How would they know?”

”Right,” he said. He sighed. ”Guess we're both a little out of our depth there. I've come close to getting impatient with them a few times--had the feeling they were stalling me off and holding back information. But presumably they do know what they're doing.” He glanced at his watch.

”That hour's about up now, by the way.”

”Well, if there's something else that should be discussed I can break my dinner date,” Trigger said, somewhat reluctantly. ”I had a chance to talk with Brule at the s.p.a.ceport for a while, when we came in this morning.”

”I wasn't suggesting that,” said Holati. ”There still are things to be discussed, but a few hours one way or the other won't make any difference. We'll get together again around lunch tomorrow. Then you'll be filled in pretty well on all the main points of this business.”

Trigger nodded. ”Fine.”

”What I had in mind right now was that the Service people suggested having you look over their last report on you after your arrival. You'd have just enough time for that before going to keep your date. Care to do it?”

”I certainly would!” Trigger said.

The transmitter signaled for attention while she was studying the report. Holati Tate went off to answer it. The report was rather lengthy, and Trigger was still going over it when he got back. He sat down again and waited.

When she looked up finally, he asked, ”Can you make much sense of it?”

”Not very much,” Trigger admitted. ”It just states what seems to have happened. Not how or why. Apparently they did get me to develop a total recall of that knocked-out period in the last interview--I even reported hearing you and Doctor Azol moving around and talking in the next compartment.”

He nodded. ”I remember enough of my conversation with Azol to be able to verify that part of it.”

”Then, some time before I actually fell down,” said Trigger, ”I was apparently already in that mysterious coma. Getting deeper into it. It started when I walked away from Mantelish's group, without having any particular reason for doing it. I just walked. Then I was in another compartment by myself and still walking, and the stuff kept getting deeper, until I lost physical control of myself and fell down. Then I lay there a while until you came down that aisle and saw me. And after you'd picked me up and put me in that chair--just like that, everything clears up! Except that I don't remember what happened and think I've just left Mantelish to go looking for you. I don't even wonder how I happen to be sitting there in a chair!”

The Commissioner smiled briefly. ”That's right. You didn't.”

Her slim fingers tapped the pages of the report, the green stone in the ring he'd given her to wear reflecting little flashes of light. ”They seem quite positive that n.o.body else came near me during that period.

And that n.o.body had used a hypno-spray on me or shot a hypodermic pellet into me--anything like that--before the seizure or whatever it was came on. How do you suppose they could be so sure of that?”