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Then Colonel Brock muttered: “She must have had a plexiskin mask and a wig and the maintenance clothing in her purse. As I recall, it was a fairly good-sized one.” He didn’t say a word about how careless I had been to let her put such stuff in her purse. “All right,” he went on, “we’ll find her.”

“I’m going to look around, too,” I said. “I’ll keep in touch with your office.” I got out of there.

* * * * *

I got to a public phone as fast as I could, punched BANning 6226, and said: “Marty? Any word?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ll call back.”

I hung up and scooted out of there.

I spent the next several hours pushing my weight around all over Ceres. As the personal representative of Shalimar Ravenhurst, who was manager of Viking Spacecraft, which was, in turn, the owner of Ceres, I had a lot of weight to push around. I had every executive on the planetoid jumping before I was through.

Colonel Brock, of course, was broiling in his own juices. He managed to get hold of me by phone once, by calling a Dr. Perelson whom I was interviewing at the time.

The phone chimed, Perelson said, “Excuse me,” and went to answer. I could hear his voice from the other room.

“Mr. Daniel Oak? Yes; he’s here. Well, yes. Oh, all sorts of questions, colonel.” Perelson’s voice was both irritated and worried. “He says Miss Ravenhurst is missing; is that so? Oh? Well, does this man have any right to question me this way? Asking me? About everything!… How well I know the girl, the last time I saw her–things like that. Good heavens, we’ve hardly met!” He was getting exasperated now. “But does he have the authority to ask these questions? Oh. Yes. Well, of course, I’ll be glad to co-operate in any manner I can … Yes … Yes. All right, I’ll call him.”

I got up from the half-reclining angle I’d been making with the wall, and shuffled across the room as Dr. Perelson stuck his head around the corner and said, “It’s for you.” He looked as though someone had put aluminum hydrogen sulfate in his mouthwash.

I picked up the receiver and looked at Brock’s face in the screen. He didn’t even give me a chance to talk. “What are you trying to do?” he shouted explosively.

“Trying to find Jaqueline Ravenhurst,” I said, as calmly as I could.

“Oak, you’re a maniac! Why, by this time, it’s all over Ceres that the boss’ daughter is missing! Shalimar Ravenhurst will have your hide for this!”

“He will?” I gave him Number 2–the wide-eyed innocent stare. “Why?”

“Why, you idiot, I thought you had sense enough to know that this should be kept quiet! She’s pulled this stunt before, and we always managed to quiet things down before anything happened! We’ve managed to keep everything under cover and out of the public eye ever since she was fifteen, and now you blow it all up out of proportion and create a furore that won’t ever be forgotten!”

He gave his speech as though it had been written for him in full caps, with three exclamation points after every sentence, and added gestures and grimaces after every word.

“Just doing what I thought was best,” I said. “I want to find her as soon as possible.”

“Well, stop it! Now! Let us handle it from here on in!”

Then I lowered the boom. “Now you listen, Brock. I am in charge of Jack Ravenhurst, not you. I’ve lost her, and I’ll find her. I’ll welcome your co-operation, and I’d hate to have to fight you, but if you don’t like the way I’m handling it, you can just tell your boys to go back to their regular work and let me handle it alone, without interference. Now, which’ll it be?”