Part 1 (2/2)

Its directors held power to make or break any city and the prosperity of its inhabitants by mere small s.h.i.+fts in s.h.i.+pping fees, a decision to put in a line, or a terminal, or a crossroad. The power was indirectly recognized in the honors and higher offices, the free entertainment and lavish privileges available to them from any chamber of commerce and any political representative, lobbying discreetly for a slight bias of choice that would place an airport or s.p.a.ceport in their district rather than another.

Perhaps some of the directors used their position for personal pleasure and advantage, but power used for the sake of controlling the direction of growth of races and nations, power for its own sake was the game which was played at that table, its members playing the game of control against each other and the world for high stakes of greater control, nursing behind their untelling faces who knows what megalomaniac dreams of dominion.

Yet they used their control discreetly, serving the public welfare and keeping the public good-will. When it was possible.

As always Bryce Carter sat relaxed, lazily smiling, his expression not changing to his thoughts.

”Who knows of this besides us?” someone asked.

The chairman answered mildly. ”It was a company statistician in the publicity department who noticed it. He was looking for favorable correlations, I believe.” His pale blue eyes ranged across their faces, touching Bryce Carter's face expressionlessly in pa.s.sing. ”I requested that he tell no one else until I had investigated.” He added apologetically, ”Commitments for drug addiction correlate too.”

That was worse news. ”Narcotics investigators are no fools,” someone said thoughtfully.

Neisw.a.n.ger, a thin orderly man near the head of the table, pressed his fingertips together, frowning slightly. ”I take it then that our corporation is being used as a criminal means of large scale smuggling of drugs, transport of criminals on false identification and transport for resale of the goods resulting from their thefts. Is that correct?”

Neisw.a.n.ger always liked to have things neatly listed.

”I think so,” said the chairman.

”And you would say that the organization responsible is centered in this corporation?”

”It would seem likely, yes.”

The members of the board stirred uneasily, seeing a blast of sensational headlines, investigations which would spread to their private lives, themselves giving repet.i.tive testimony to inquisitive politicians in a glare of television lights while the Federated Nations anti-cartel commission vivisected the UT giant into puny, separate squabbling midgets.

It was not an appealing prospect.

”We'll have to stop it, of course,” said a lean, blond man whose name was Stout. He could be relied on to say the obvious and keep a discussion driving to the point. ”I understand we have a good detective agency. If we put them on this with payment for speed and silence--”

”And when we know who is responsible,” asked Neisw.a.n.ger, ”_Then_ what do we do?”

There was silence as they came to another full stop in thinking.

Turning culprits over to the police was out of the question, an admission that such crimes had happened, and could happen again.

Firing the few detected could not impress the undetected and unfired ones enough to discourage them from their profitable criminality.

”Hire some killings,” said the round faced Mr. Beldman, with simplicity.

The chairman laughed. ”You are joking of course, Mr. Beldman.”

”Of course,” said Mr. Beldman, and laughed barkingly, being well aware of the permanent film record taken of all meetings. But he was not joking. n.o.body there was joking.

The detective agency and the hired killers would be arranged for.

Bryce Carter leaned back with the slight cynical smile on his lean face that was his habitual expression. ”Suppose the top man is high in the company?” he suggested softly. ”What then?” He did not need to point out that the disappearance of such a man would be enough to start a police and stock-holders investigation of the company in itself. The implication was clear. Such a man could not be touched.

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