First Lensman E. E. Smith (superbooks4u txt) 📖

out the transmitters? I don’t remember whether I did or not.”

“I don’t, either. You probably did, but that would be nothing new. Telenews has never yet cut you off the ether because of it. The point is this: while you do not realize it, you are a better tub-thumper and welkin-ringer than Morgan is, when something⁠—such as just now⁠—really gets you going. And as for a machine, what finer one is possible than the Patrol? Everybody in it or connected with it will support you to the hilt⁠—you know that.”

“Why, I⁠ ⁠… I suppose so⁠ ⁠… probably they would, yes.”

“Do you know why?”

“Can’t say that I do, unless it’s because I treat them fair, so they do the same to me.”

“Exactly. I don’t say that everybody likes you, but I don’t know of anybody who doesn’t respect you. And, most important, everybody⁠—all over space⁠—knows ‘Rod the Rock’ Kinnison, and why he is called that.”

“But that very ‘man on horseback’ thing may backfire on you, Virge.”

“Perhaps⁠—slightly⁠—but we’re not afraid of that. And finally, you said you’d like to kick Morgan from here to Andromeda. How would you like to kick him from Panama City to the North Pole?”

“I said it, and I wasn’t just warming up my jets, either. I’d like it.” The big Lensman’s nostrils flared, his lips thinned. “By God, Virge, I will!”

“Thanks, Rod.” With no display whatever of the emotion he felt, Samms skipped deliberately to the matter next in hand. “Now, about Eridan. Let’s see if they know anything yet.”

The report of Knobos and DalNalten was terse and exact. They had found⁠—and that finding, so baldly put, could have filled and should fill a book⁠—that Spaceways’ uranium vessels were, beyond any reasonable doubt, hauling thionite from Eridan to the planets of Sol. Spy-rays being useless, they had considered the advisability of investigating Eridan in person, but had decided against such action. Eridan was closely held by Uranium, Incorporated. Its population was one hundred percent Tellurian human. Neither DalNalten nor Knobos could disguise himself well enough to work there. Either would be caught promptly, and as promptly shot.

“Thanks, fellows,” Samms said, when it became evident that the brief report was done. Then, to Kinnison, “That puts it up to Conway Costigan. And Jack? Or Mase? Or both?”

“Both,” Kinnison decided, “and anybody else they can use.”

“I’ll get them at it.” Samms sent out thoughts. “And now, I wonder what that daughter of mine is doing? I’m a little worried about her, Rod. She’s too cocky for her own good⁠—or strength. Some of these days she’s going to bite off more than she can chew, if she hasn’t already. The more we learn about Morgan, the less I like the idea of her working on Herkimer Herkimer Third. I’ve told her so, a dozen times, and why, but of course it didn’t do any good.”

“It wouldn’t. The only way to develop teeth is to bite with ’em. You had to. So did I. Our kids have got to, too. We lived through it. So will they. As for Herky the Third.⁠ ⁠…” He thought for moments, then went on: “Check. But she’s done a job so far that nobody else could do. In spite of that fact, if it wasn’t for our Lenses I’d say to pull her, if you have to heave the insubordinate young jade into the brig. But with the Lenses, and the way you watch her⁠ ⁠… to say nothing of Mase Northrop, and he’s a lot of man⁠ ⁠… I can’t see her getting in either very bad or very deep. Can you?”

“No, I can’t.” Samms admitted, but the thoughtful frown did not leave his face. He Lensed her: finding, as he had supposed, that she was at a party; dancing, as he had feared, with Senator Morgan’s Number One Secretary.

“Hi, Dad!” she greeted him gaily, with no slightest change in the expression of the face turned so engagingly to her partner’s. “I have the honor of reporting that all instruments are still dead-centering the green.”

“And have you, by any chance, been paying any attention to what I have been telling you?”

“Oh, lots,” she assured him. “I’ve collected reams of data. He could be almost as much of a menace as he thinks he is, in some cases, but I haven’t begun to slip yet. As I have told you all along, this is just a game, and we’re both playing it strictly according to the rules.”

“That’s good. Keep it that way, my dear.” Samms signed off and his daughter returned her full attention⁠—never noticeably absent⁠—to the handsome secretary.

The evening wore on. Miss Samms danced every dance; occasionally with one or another of the notables present, but usually with Herkimer Herkimer Third.

“A drink?” he asked. “A small, cold one?”

“Not so small, and very cold,” she agreed, enthusiastically.

Glass in hand, Herkimer indicated a nearby doorway. “I just heard that our host has acquired a very old and very fine bronze⁠—a Neptune. We should run an eye over it, don’t you think?”

“By all means,” she agreed again.

But as they passed through the shadowed portal the man’s head jerked to the right. “There’s something you really ought to see, Jill!” he exclaimed. “Look!”

She looked. A young woman of her own height and build and with her own flamboyant hair, identical as to hairdo and as to every fine detail of dress and of ornamentation, glass in hand, was strolling back into the ballroom!

Jill started to protest, but could not. In the brief moment of inaction the beam of a snub-nosed P-gun had played along her spine from hips to neck. She did not fall⁠—he had given her a very mild jolt⁠—but, rage as she would, she could neither struggle nor scream. And, after the fact, she knew.

But he couldn’t⁠—couldn’t possibly! Nevian paralysis-guns were as outlawed as was Vee Two gas itself! Nevertheless, he had.

And on the instant a woman, dressed in crisp and spotless white and carrying a hooded cloak, appeared⁠—and Herkimer now wore a beard and heavy, horn rimmed spectacles. Thus, very