Was anyone shown around the ship?”
“A few dozen types of specialists are still prowling all over it. They’ve been introduced to our personnel. It seems a pretty safe bet,” Hallerock acknowledged hesitantly, “that Moyuscane has discovered there isn’t a shielded mind among them, and that he can take control of the crate and its crew whenever he wants.” He paused. “So now we just wait a while?”
“And let him toy around with the right kind of ideas,” agreed Pagadan. “He should be worried just enough by now to let them come floating up naturally.”
Night had fallen over Central City when the message she was expecting was rattled suddenly from the skiff’s communicator. She decoded it, produced evidence of considerable emotional shock, shook Jasse awake and, in a few dozen suitably excited sentences, handed Moyuscane his jolt. After that, though, there were some anxious moments before she got her patient quieted down enough to let the antishock resume its over-all effect.
“She kept wanting to get up and do something about it!” Pagadan reported to Hallerock, rubbing a slightly sprained wrist. “But I finally got it across that it wasn’t Cultures’ job to investigate undercover mass homicide on a foreign planet, and that one of our own Zone Agents, no less, was landing secretly tomorrow to take charge of the case.”
“And that,” said Hallerock darkly, “really is switching on the pressure!”
“Just pressure enough for our purpose. c