Part 37 (2/2)

The Commissioner went on from there to the reflection that if Azol had chosen to disappear, it might well have been with the intention of conveying important information secretly back to somebody waiting for it in the Hub. He saw to it that the remains were preserved, and that word of what could have happened was pa.s.sed on to a high Federation official whom he knew to be trustworthy. That was all he was in a position to do, or interested in doing, himself. Security men presently came and took the supposed vestiges of Doctor Azol's body back to the Hub.

”It wasn't until some months later, when the works blew up and I was put on this job, that I heard any more about it,” Holati Tate said. ”It wasn't Azol. It was part of some unidentifiable cadaver which he'd presumably brought with him for just such a use. Anyway, they had Azol's gene patterns on record, and they didn't jibe.”

His desk transmitter buzzed and Trigger took it on an earphone extension.

”Argee,” she said. She listened a moment. ”All right. Coming over.” She stood up, replacing the earphone. ”Office tangle,” she explained. ”Guess they feel I'm fluffing, now I'm back. I'll get back here as soon as it's straightened out. Oh, by the way.”

”Yes?”

”The Psychology Service s.h.i.+p messaged in during the morning. It'll arrive some time tomorrow and wants a station a.s.signed to it outside the system, where it won't be likely to attract attention. Are they really as huge as all that?”

”I've seen one or two that were bigger,” the Commissioner said. ”But not much.”

”When they're stationed, they'll send someone over in a shuttle to pick me up.”

The Commissioner nodded. ”I'll check on the arrangements for that. The idea of the interview still bothering you?”

”Well, I'd sooner it wasn't necessary,” Trigger admitted. ”But I guess it is.” She grinned briefly. ”Anyway, I'll be able to tell my grandchildren some day that I once talked to one of the real egg heads!”

The Psychology Service woman who stood up from a couch as Trigger came into the small s.p.a.ceport lounge next evening looked startlingly similar to Major Quillan's Dawn City a.s.sistant, Gaya. Standing, you could see that she was considerably more slender than Gaya. She had all of Gaya's good looks.

”The name is Pilch,” she said. She looked at Trigger and smiled. It was a good smile, Trigger thought; not the professional job she'd expected.

”And everyone who knows Gaya,” she went on, ”thinks we must be twins.”

Trigger laughed. ”Aren't you?”

”Just first cousins.” The voice was all right too--clear and easy.

Trigger felt herself relax somewhat. ”That's one reason they picked me to come and get you. We're already almost acquainted. Another is that I've been a.s.signed to take you through the preliminary work for your interview after we get to the s.h.i.+p. We can chat a bit on the way, and that should make it seem less disagreeable. Boat's in the speedboat park over there.”

They started down a short hallway to the park area. ”Just how disagreeable is it going to be?” Trigger asked.

”Not at all bad in your case. You're conditioned to the processes more than you know. Your interviewer will just pick up where the last job ended and go on from there. It's when you have to work down through barriers that you have a little trouble.”

Trigger was still mulling that over as she stepped ahead of Pilch into the smaller of two needle-nosed craft parked side by side. Pilch followed her in and closed the lock behind them. ”The other one's a combat job,” she remarked. ”Our escort. Commissioner Tate made very sure we had one, too!” She motioned Trigger to a low soft seat that took up half the s.p.a.ce of the tiny room behind the lock, sat down beside her and spoke at a wall pickup. ”All set. Let's ride!”

Blue-green tinted sky moved past them in the little room's viewer screen; then a tilted landscape flashed by and dropped back. Pilch winked at Trigger. ”Takes off like a scared yazong, that boy! He'll race the combat job to the s.h.i.+p. About those barriers. Supposing I told you something like this. There's no significant privacy invasion in this line of work. We go directly to the specific information we're looking for and deal only with that. Your private life, your personal thoughts, remain secret, sacred and inviolate. What would you say?”

”I'd say you're a liar,” Trigger said promptly.

”Of course. That sort of thing is sometimes told to nervous interviewees. We don't bother with it. But now supposing I told you very sincerely that no recording will be made of any little personal glimpses we may get?”

”Lying again.”

”Right again,” said Pilch. ”You've been scanned about as thoroughly as anyone ever gets to be outside of a total therapy. Your personal secrets are already on record, and since I'm doing most of the preparatory work with you, I've studied all the significant-looking ones very closely. You're a pretty good person, for my money. All right?”

Trigger studied her face uncomfortably. Hardly all right, but....

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