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“I am well aware,” said Tarnhorst, “that the Belt Companies not only have the various governors under their collective thumb, but have thus far prevented the formation of any kind of centralized government. Let us not quibble, Mr. Alhamid; the Belt Companies run the Belt, and that means that I must deal with officials of those companies–such as yourself.”

Alhamid felt it necessary to make a mild speech in rebuttal. “I cannot agree with you, Mr. Tarnhorst. I have nothing to do with the government of Pallas or any of the other asteroids. I am neither an elected nor an appointed official of any government. Nor, for that matter, am I an advisor in either an official or unofficial capacity to any government. I do not make the laws designed to keep the peace, nor do I enforce them, except in so far as I am a registered voter and therefore have some voice in those laws in that respect. Nor, again, do I serve any judiciary function in any Belt government, except inasmuch as I may be called upon for jury duty.

“I am a business executive, Mr. Tarnhorst. Nothing more. If you have governmental problems to discuss, then I can’t help you, since I’m not authorized to make any decisions for any government.”

Edway Tarnhorst closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his thin nose between thumb and forefinger. “I understand that. I understand that perfectly. But out here, the Companies have taken over certain functions of government, shall we say?”

“Shall we say, rather, that on Earth the government has usurped certain functions which rightfully belong to private enterprise?” Alhamid said gently. “Historically, I think, that is the correct view.”

Tarnhorst opened his eyes and smiled. “You may be quite correct. Historically speaking, perhaps, the Earth government has usurped the functions that rightfully belong to kings, dictators, and warlords. To say nothing of local satraps and petty chieftains. Hm-m-m. Perhaps we should return to that? Perhaps we should return to the human suffering that was endemic in those times?”

“You might try it,” said Alhamid with a straight face. “Say, one year out of every ten. It would give the people something to look forward to with anticipation and to look back upon with nostalgia.” Then he changed his tone. “If you wish to debate theories of government, Mr. Tarnhorst, possibly we could get up a couple of teams. Make a public affair of it. It could be taped and televised here and on Earth, and we could charge royalties on each–“

Peter Danley’s blond, blank face became suddenly animated. He looked as though he were trying to suppress a laugh. He almost succeeded. It came out as a cough.

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At the same time, Tarnhorst interrupted Alhamid. “You have made your point, Mr. Alhamid,” he said in a brittle voice. “Permit me to make mine. I have come to discuss business with you. But, as a member of the Congressional Committee for Industrial Welfare, I am also in search of facts. Proper legislation requires facts, and legislation passed by the Congress will depend to a great extent upon the report on my findings here.”

“I understand,” said Alhamid. “I’ll certainly be happy to provide you with whatever data you want–with the exception of data on industrial processes, of course. That’s not mine to give. But anything else–” He gestured with one hand, opening it palm upwards, as though dispensing a gift.

“I’m not interested in industrial secrets,” said Tarnhorst, somewhat mollified. “It’s a matter of the welfare of your workers. We feel that we should do something to help. As you know, there have been protests from the Worker’s Union Safety Control Board and from the Workingman’s Compensation Insurance Corporation.”

Alhamid nodded. “I know. The insurance company is complaining about the high rate of claims for deaths. They’ve threatened to raise our premium rates.”