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By the time I got through, nobody could tap a dialogue in that room, barring, as I said, bugs more sophisticated than any the United Nations knew about.

* * * * *

Then I went over and tapped on the communicating door between my room and Jack Ravenhurst’s. There was no answer.

I said, “Jack, I’m coming in. I have a key.”

She said, “Go away. I’m not dressed. I’m going to bed.”

“Grab something quick,” I told her. “I’m coming in.”

I keyed open the door.

She was no more dressed for bed than I was, unless she made a habit of sleeping in her best evening togs. Anger blazed in her eyes for a second, then that faded, and she tried to look all sweetness and light.

“I was trying on some new clothes,” she said innocently.

A lot of people might have believed her. The emotional field she threw out, encouraging utter belief in her every word, was as powerful as any I’d ever felt. I just let it wash past me and said: “Come into my room for a few minutes, Jack; I want to talk to you.”

I didn’t put any particular emphasis into it. I don’t have to. She came.

Once we were both inside my shielded room with the walls vibrating with ten thousand voices and a hush area in the center, I said patiently, “Jack, I personally don’t care where you go or what you do. Tomorrow, you can do your vanishing act and have yourself a ball, for all I care. But there are certain things that have to be done first. Now, sit down and listen.”

She sat down, her eyes wide. Evidently, nobody had ever beaten her at her own game before.

“Tonight, you’ll stay here and get some sleep. Tomorrow, we go for a tour of Viking, first thing in the morning. Tomorrow afternoon, as soon as I think the time is ripe, you can sneak off. I’ll show you how to change your appearance so you won’t be recognized. You can have all the fun you want for twenty-four hours. I, of course, will be hunting high and low for you, but I won’t find you until I have finished my investigation.

“On the other hand, I want to know where you are at all times, so that I can get in touch with you if I need you. So, no matter where you are, you’ll keep in touch by phoning BANning 6226 every time you change location. Got that number?”

She nodded. “BANning 6226,” she repeated.

“Fine. Now, Brock’s agents will be watching you, so I’ll have to figure out a way to get you away from them, but that won’t be too hard. I’ll let you know at the proper time. Meanwhile, get back in there, get ready for bed, and get some sleep. You’ll need it. Move.”

She nodded rather dazedly, got up, and went to the door. She turned, said goodnight in a low, puzzled voice, and closed the door.

Half an hour later, I quietly sneaked into her room just to check. She was sound asleep in bed. I went back to my own room, and got some sack time myself.

* * * * *

“It’s a pleasure to have you here again, Miss Ravenhurst,” said Chief Engineer Midguard. “Anything in particular you want to see this time?” He said it as though he actually enjoyed taking the boss’ teenage daughter through a spacecraft plant.

Maybe he did, at that. He was a paunchy, graying man in his sixties, who had probably been a rather handsome lady-killer for the first half-century of his life, but he was approaching middle age now, which has a predictable effect on the telly-idol type.