Vorish stopped staring long enough to acknowledge that it was correct.
"In behalf of my government," Fornri said, "I ask your a.s.sistance in repelling invaders of our world."
"The devil!" Smith muttered.
Vorish studied the native"s earnest young face before venturing a reply. "These invaders," he said finally.
"Are you referring to the construction project?"
"I am," Fornri said.
"Your planet has been cla.s.sified 3C by the Federation, which places it under the jurisdiction of the
Colonial Bureau. Wembling & Company have a charter from the Bureau for their project here. They are
hardly to be considered invaders."
Fornri spoke slowly and distinctly. "My government has a treaty with the Galactic Federation of Independent Worlds. The treaty guarantees the independence of Langri, and also guarantees the
a.s.sistance of the Federation in the event that Langri is invaded from outer s.p.a.ce. I am calling upon the
Galactic Federation of Independent Worlds to fulfill its guarantee.""Let"s have the Index," Vorish said to Smith. He took the heavy volume, checked the contents, and found a page headed Langri. "Initial survey contact in "84," he said. "Four years ago. Cla.s.sified 3C in September of "85. No mention of any kind of treaty."
Fornri took a polished tube of wood from his belt, and slipped out a rolled paper. He pa.s.sed it to Vorish, who unrolled it and smoothed it flat. It was a carefully written copy of an obviously official doc.u.ment.
Vorish looked at the date, and turned to the Index. "Dated in June of "84," he said to Smith. "A month and a half after the initial survey contact. It cla.s.sifies Langri as 5X."
"Genuine?" Smith asked.
"It looks genuine. I don"t suppose these people could have made it up. Do you have the original of this doc.u.ment?"
"Yes," Fornri said.
"Of course he wouldn"t carry it around with him. Probably doesn"t trust us, and I can"t blame him."
He pa.s.sed the paper over to Smith, who scrutinized it carefully and returned it. "It would be a little odd
for cla.s.sification of a new planet to be delayed for a year and a half after the initial survey contact. If this
thing is genuine, then Langri was recla.s.sified in "85."
"The Index doesn"t say anything about recla.s.sification," Vorish said. He turned to Fornri. "Until we were ordered to this planet, we had never heard of Langri, so of course we know nothing about its cla.s.sification. Tell us how it happened."
Fornri nodded. He spoke Galactic well, with an accent that Vorish could not quite place. Occasionally he had to pause and grope for a word, but his narrative was clear and concise. He described the coming of survey men, their capture, and the negotiations with the officers of the Rirga. What followed brought scowls to their faces.
"Wembling? Wembling was the first amba.s.sador?"
"Yes, sir," Fornri said. "He mocked the authority of our government, insulted our people, and bothered our women. We asked your government to take him away, and it did."
"Probably he has plenty of political pull," Smith said. "He got the planet recla.s.sified, and got himself a
charter. Pretty effective revenge for a supposed insult."
"Or maybe he just saw an opportunity to make money here," Vorish said. "Was your government given formal notification of the termination of the treaty and Langri"s recla.s.sification?"
"No," Fornri said. "After Wembling there came another amba.s.sador, a Mr. Gorman. He was a good
friend of my people. Then a ship came and took him and all of the others away. We were told nothing.
Next came Mr. Wembling with many ships and many men. We told him to leave, and he laughed at us and began to build the hotel."
"He"s been building for nearly three years," Vorish said. "He isn"t getting along very fast."
"We have hired an attorney many worlds away," Fornri said. "Many times he has obtained the conjunction, and made the work stop. But then each time the judge has stopped the conjunction."
"Injunction?" Smith exclaimed. "You mean you"ve made a lawsuit out of this?"
* * * "Bring Lieutenant Charles in here," Vorish said. Smith routed the Hiln"s young legal officer out of bed.
With the help of Charles they quizzed Fornri at length on the futile legal action taken by the government
of Langri against H. Harlow Wembling.
The story was both amazing and pathetic. The Federation station had taken its communication equipment when it was withdrawn. The natives were helpless when Wembling arrived, and they knew better than to attempt a show of force. Fortunately they had found a friend on Wembling"s staff-Fornri wouldn"t say whom-and he had managed to put them in touch with an attorney and the attorney had gone to court for them enthusiastically, many times.
He could not intervene in the matter of the violated treaty, because the government had sole jurisdiction there. But he had attacked Wembling"s activities on a number of counts, some of which Fornri did not understand. In one instance Wembling had been accused of violating his charter, which gave him exclusive rights to develop Langri"s natural resources. Wembling"s work on his hotel was halted for months, until a judge ruled that a planet"s vacation and resort potential was a natural resource. The natives had just won the most recent round, when a court held Wembling liable for damages because he"d torn down an entire village in clearing ground for the hotel. His charter, the court said, did not permit him to usurp private property. But the damages had been mild, and now Wembling was back at work, and the attorney was trying to think of something else. He was also lobbying to get something done about the broken treaty, but there had been no promise of success there.
"Lawsuits cost money," Vorish observed.
Fornri shrugged. Langri had money. It had four hundred thousand credits which the Federation had paid
to it, and it had the proceeds of a good weight of platinum ore which the friend on Wembling"s staff had managed to smuggle out for them.
"There"s platinum on Langri?" Vorish asked.
"It didn"t come from Langri," Fornri said.
Vorish drummed impatiently on his desk. The Langri situation involved several noteworthy mysteries,
but just for a start he"d like to know how the natives had happened to be speaking Galactic when the first survey men arrived. And then-platinum ore that didn"t come from Langri. He shook his head. "I don"t think you"ll ever defeat Wembling in court. You may give him a few temporary setbacks, but in the long run he"ll win out. And he"ll ruin you. Men like him have too much influence, and all the financial backing they need."
"The conjunctions give us time," Fornri said. "Time is what we need-time for the Plan."
Vorish looked doubtfully at Smith. "What do you think?"
"I think we"re obligated to make a full report on this. The treaty was negotiated by naval officers. Naval
Headquarters should be filled in on what"s happened."
"Yes. We should send them a copy of this-but a copy of a copy may not swing much weight. And the natives probably won"t want to turn loose the original." He turned to Fornri. "I"m going to send Lieutenant Smith with you. He will bring a couple of men along. None of them will be armed. Take
them wherever you like, and guard them any way you like, but they must make their own photographs of the treaty before we can help you."
Fornri considered the matter briefly, and agreed. Vorish sent Smith off with two technicians and their
equipment, and settled down to compose a report. He was interrupted by a young ensign who gulped, flushed crimson, and stammered, "Excuse me, sir. But Mr. Wembling-"
"What now?" Vorish said resignedly.
"Mr. Wembling wants sentry post number thirty-two moved. The lights are interfering with his sleep."
In the morning Vorish strolled around the project to take a good look at Wembling"s embryo hotel.
Wembling joined him, wearing a revoltingly-patterned short-sleeved shirt and shorts. His arms and legs were crisply tanned, his face pale under an outlandish sun helmet.
"A thousand accommodations," Wembling said. "Most of them will be suites. There"ll be a big pool on
the terrace overlooking the beach. Some people can"t stand salt water, you know. I have the men laying out a golf course. There"ll be two main dining rooms and half a dozen small ones that will specialize in food from famous places. I"ll have a whole fleet of boats to take people fishing. I might even have a submarine or two-those jobs with rows of observation ports. You might not believe it, but there are hundreds of worlds where people have never seen an ocean. Why, there are worlds where people don"t even have water to bathe in. They have to use chemicals. If some of those people can come to Langri, and live a little, now and then, a lot of head doctors are going to be out of work. This project of mine is nothing but a service to humanity."
"Is that so?" Vorish murmured. "I wasn"t aware that yours was a nonprofit organization."
"Huh? Of course I"ll make a profit. A darned good profit. What"s wrong with that?"
"From what I"ve seen of your hotel, the only minds you"ll be saving will be those of the poor, broken-
down millionaires."
Wembling indulged in a grandiose gesture. "Just a beginning. Have to put the thing on a sound financial basis right from the start, you know. But there"ll be plenty of room for the little fellows. Not in water-
front hotels, but there"ll be community beaches, and hotels with rights of access, and all that sort of thing. My staff has it all worked out."
"It"s just that I"m trained to look at things differently," Vorish said. "We in the s.p.a.ce Navy devote our