Part 8 (2/2)

”This is an E s.h.i.+p, with an E on board. His command is to come through,”

Tom said.

”I just work here,” the voice answered as if it were bored and tired. ”I take my orders from s.p.a.ce Control.”

Tom looked over at Louie. Louie apparently caught the look out of a corner of his eye, and impatiently waved a finger not to bother him. His other hand was speeding through the movements of manipulating the astrocalculator. Then he nodded his head, still not looking up, and the co-ordinates flashed in front of Frank. Now, as rapidly as Louie, Frank set up the pattern of the jump band.

”I take my orders from the E's,” Tom answered in a voice that matched the boredom, tiredness. Then with a nod from Frank, ”Now!” he said.

There was silence again.

”It's going to add at least an hour,” Louie complained. ”I've got to pick my way through this muck.”

”We've got time now,” Tom answered easily. ”Not likely they can find us out here, away from the regular lanes.”

”Not unless we run across a prowl s.h.i.+p,” Louie said. ”You know there's some smuggling, and now and then a s.h.i.+pping company thinks it can beat the rap, not pay the toll, by doing the same thing we're doing. The prowl patrol is on to all the tricks. We're not the first ones to try it.”

”Just keep figuring, Louie,” Tom said.

”All right, all right!” Louie quarreled back.

Tom looked at Cal and grimaced.

”Louie's all right,” he said. ”Just has to complain.”

”I'm sure of it,” Cal answered with a grin.

It took closer to two hours. They had no way of knowing how many times the s.p.a.ce police had made a fix on their position only too late to catch them hovering there. There must have been some fix made and a pretty careful calculation of where they could go next, for as they neared the outer moons of Jupiter the radio crackled into life again.

”This is your last warning. We intend to board you and take over. We will disintegrate your s.h.i.+p if you resist.”

Cal took the microphone in his own hand to answer.

”We intend to keep going,” he said. ”This is a jurisdictional dispute between the attorney general's office and E.H.Q. We will not allow you to board us, and I suggest you get confirmation of orders to disintegrate us directly from the attorney general in person. Meanwhile you can pa.s.s the buck to your Saturn patrol if those orders are confirmed.”

Tom nodded to Frank, and the next jump key was pressed.

In the Saturn field, still another voice came through. ”Orders from the attorney general himself are to allow you to proceed. Say, Lynwood, what is this all about?”

”Some sort of petty squabble over who gives orders to who,” Lynwood answered. ”I just work here,” he added tiredly.

”Well,” said the voice. ”So do I. Guess they'll fight it out in the courts now. You understand, we had our orders.”

”You understand, so did I.” Tom answered.

”Sure,” the voice answered, and cut out.

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