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When they had finally gone, Alhamid spoke to the governor.

“That’s that, Larry. You can bring it up at the next meeting of the Board of Governors. Get some kind of publicity campaign going. Plug safety. Tell ’em carelessness is bad. It can’t hurt anything and actually might help, who knows?”

“What are you going to do at your end?”

“What we should have done long ago: finance the insurance ourselves. For the next couple of years, we’ll only make death claims to Earth for a part of the total. We’ll pay off the rest ourselves. Then we’ll tell ’em we’ve brought the cost down so much that we can afford to do our own insurance financing.

“We let this insurance thing ride too long, and it has damn near got us in a jam. We needed the income from Earth. We still could use it, but we need our independence more.”

“I second the motion,” the governor said fervently. “Look, suppose you come over to my place tonight, and we’ll work out the details of this report. O.K.? Say at nine?”

“Fine, Larry. I’ll see you then.”

Alhamid went back to his office. He was met at the door by his secretary, who handed him a sealed envelope. “The Earthman left this here for you. He said you’d know what to do with it.”

Alhamid took the envelope and looked at the name on the outside. “Which Earthman?” he asked.

“The young one,” she said, “the blond one.”

“It isn’t even addressed to me,” Alhamid said with a note of puzzled speculation in his voice.

“No. I noticed that. I told him he could send it straight to the school, but he said you would know how to handle it.”

Alhamid looked at the envelope again, and his eyes narrowed a little. “Call Captain St. Simon, will you? Tell him I would like to have him come to my office. Don’t mention this letter; I don’t want it breezed all over Pallas.”

It was nearly twenty minutes before St. Simon showed up. Alhamid handed him the envelope. “You have a message from your star pupil. For some reason, he wanted me to deliver it to you. I have a hunch you’ll know what that reason is after you read it.” He grinned. “I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me when you find out. This Mr. Danley has worried me all along.”

St. Simon scowled at the envelope, then ripped off one end and took out the typed sheets. He read them carefully, then handed them over to Alhamid. “You’d better read this yourself, George.”

Georges Alhamid took the pages and began to read.

Dear Captain St. Simon:

I am addressing this to you rather than anyone else because I think you will understand more than anyone else. Captain Brand is a fine person, but I have never felt very much at ease with him. (I won’t go into the psychological reasons that may exist, other than admit that my reasons are purely emotional. I don’t honestly know how much they are based on his disfigurement.) Mr. Alhamid is almost a stranger to me. You are the only Belt man I feel I know well.

First, I want to say that I honestly enjoyed our three months together. There were times when I could have cheerfully bashed your head in, I’ll admit, but the experience has left me feeling more like a real human being, more like a person in my own right, than I have ever felt before in my life. Believe me, I appreciate it deeply. I know now that I can do things on my own without being dependent on the support of a team or a committee, and for that I am grateful.

Tarnhorst has heard my report and accepted it. His report to the People’s Congress will lay the entire blame for the death rate rise on individual carelessness rather than on any fault of management.

I think, in the main, I am justified in making such a report to Tarnhorst, although I am fully aware that it is incomplete. I know that if I had told him the whole truth there would be a ruckus kicked up on Earth that would cause more trouble in the Belt than I’d care to think about. I’m sure you’re as aware of the political situation as I am.