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As soon as the door had closed behind them, Georges Alhamid picked up the telephone on his desk and punched a number.

When a woman’s voice answered at the other end, he said: “Miss Lehman, this is Mr. Alhamid. I’d like to speak to the governor.” There was a pause. Then:

“George? Larry here.”

Alhamid leaned back comfortably against the wall. “I just saw your guests, Larry. I spent damn near three hours explaining why it was necessary to put anchors in rocks, how it was done, and why it was dangerous.”

“Did you convince him? Tarnhorst, I mean.”

“I doubt it. Oh, I don’t mean he thinks I’m lying or anything like that. He’s too sharp for that. But he is convinced that we’re negligent, that we’re a bunch of barbarians who care nothing about human life.”

“You’ve got to unconvince him, George,” the governor said worriedly. “The Belt still isn’t self-sufficient enough to be able to afford an Earth embargo. They can hold out longer than we can.”

“I know,” Alhamid said. “Give us another generation, and we can tell the World Welfare State where to head in–but right now, things are touchy, and you and I are in the big fat middle of it.” He paused, rubbing thoughtfully at his lean blade of a nose with a bony forefinger. “Larry, what did you think of that blond nonentity Tarnhorst brought with him?”

“He’s not a nonentity,” the governor objected gently. “He just looks it. He’s Tarnhorst’s ‘expert’ on space industry, if you want my opinion. Did he say much of anything while he was with you?”

“Hardly anything.”

“Same here. I have a feeling that his job is to evaluate every word you say and report his evaluation to Tarnhorst. You’ll have to be careful.”

“I agree,” Alhamid said. “But he complicates things. I have a feeling that if I tell Tarnhorst a straight story he’ll believe it. He seems to be a pretty shrewd judge. But Danley just might be the case of the man who is dangerous because of his little learning. He obviously knows a devil of a lot more about operations in space than Tarnhorst does, and he’s evidently a hand-picked man, so that Tarnhorst will value his opinion. But it’s evident that Danley doesn’t know anything about space by our standards. Put him out on a boat as an anchor man, and he’d be lucky if he set a single anchor.”

“Well, there’s not much chance of that. How do you mean, he’s dangerous?”

“I’ll give you a f’rinstance. Suppose you’ve got a complex circuit using alternatic current, and you’re trying to explain to a reasonably intelligent man how it works and what it does. If he doesn’t know anything about electricity, he mightn’t understand the explanation, but he’ll believe that you’re telling him the truth even if he doesn’t understand it. But if he knows the basic theory of direct currents, you’re likely to find yourself in trouble because he’ll know just enough to see that what you’re telling him doesn’t jibe with what he already knows. Volts times amperes equal watts, as far as he’s concerned, and the term ‘power factor’ does nothing but confuse him. He knows that copper is a conductor, so he can’t see how a current could be cut off by a choke coil. He knows that a current can’t pass through an insulator, so a condenser obviously can’t be what you say it is. Mentally, he tags you as a liar, and he begins to try to dig in to see how your gadget really works.”

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“Hm-m-m. I see what you mean. Bad.” He snorted. “Blast Earthmen, anyway! Have you ever been there?”