"Do you mind, sir, if we sleep on the floor at the sides of your bed?"
Larry asked. "Or must we go out into the hall?"
"Sleep? I didn"t know you _could_ sleep."
"It is not essential. However, when round-the-clock work is not necessary, and we have opportunity to sleep near a human being, we derive a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction from it. You see, sir, we also serve during sleep."
"Okay, I"ll try anything once. Sleep wherever you please."
Hilton began to peel, but before he had his shirt off both Larry and Dark Lady were stretched out flat, sound asleep, one almost under each edge of his bed. He slid in between the sheets--it was the most comfortable bed he had ever slept in--and went to sleep as though sandbagged.
He had time to wonder foggily whether the Omans were in fact helping him go to sleep--and then he _was_ asleep.
A month pa.s.sed. Eight couples had married, the Navy chaplain officiating--in the _Perseus_, of course, since the warship was, always and everywhere, an integral part of Terra.
Sandra had dropped in one evening to see Hilton about a bit of business.
She was now sitting, long dancer"s legs out-stretched toward the fire, with a cigarette in her left hand and a tall, cold drink on a coaster at her right.
"This is a wonderful room, Jarvis. It"d be perfect if it weren"t quite so ... so mannish."
"What do you expect of Bachelors" Hall--a boudoir? Don"t tell me _you"re_ going domestic, Sandy, just because you"ve got a house?"
"Not just that, no. But of course it helped it along."
"Alex is a mighty good man. One of the finest I have ever known."
She eyed him for a moment in silence. "Jarvis Hilton, you are one of the keenest, most intelligent men who ever lived. And yet ..." She broke off and studied him for a good half minute. "Say, if I let my hair clear down, will you?"
"Scout"s Oath. That "and yet" requires elucidation at any cost."
"I know. But first, yes, it"s Alex. I never would have believed that any man ever born could hit me so hard. Soon. I didn"t want to be the first, but I won"t be anywhere near the last. But tell me. You were really in love with Temple, weren"t you, when I asked you?"
"Yes."
"Ha! You _are_ letting your hair down! That makes me feel better."
"Huh? Why should it?"
"It elucidates the "and yet" no end. You were insulated from all other female charms by ye brazen Bells. You see, most of us a.s.sistants made a kind of game out of seeing which of us could make you break the Executives" Code. And none of us made it. Teddy and Temple said you didn"t know what was going on; Bev and I said n.o.body as smart as you are could possibly be that stupid."
"You aren"t the type to leak or name names--oh, I see. You are merely reporting a conversation. The game had interested, but non-partic.i.p.ating, observers. Temple and Teddy, at least."
"At least," she agreed. "But d.a.m.n it, you _aren"t_ stupid. There isn"t a stupid bone in your head. So it must be love. And if so, what about marriage? Why don"t you and Temple make it a double with Alex and me?"
"That"s the most cogent thought you ever had, but setting the date is the bride"s business." He glanced at his Oman wrist.w.a.tch. "It"s early yet; let"s skip over. I wouldn"t mind seeing her a minute or two."
"Thy statement ringeth with truth, friend. Bill"s there with Teddy?"
"I imagine so."
"So we"ll talk to them about making it a triple. Oh, nice--let"s go!"
They left the house and, her hand tucked under his elbow, walked up the street.
Next morning, on her way to the Hall of Records, Sandra stopped off as usual at the office. The Omans were all standing motionless. Hilton was leaning far back in his chair, feet on desk, hands clasped behind head, eyes closed. Knowing what that meant, she turned and started back out on tiptoe.
However, he had heard her. "Can you spare a couple of minutes to think at me, Sandy?"
"Minutes or hours, chief." Tuly placed a chair for her and she sat down, facing him across his desk.
"Thanks, gal. This time it"s the Stretts. Sawtelle"s been having nightmares, you know, ever since we emerged, about being attacked, and I"ve been pooh-poohing the idea. But now it"s a statistic that the soup is getting thicker, and I can"t figure out why. Why in all the h.e.l.ls of s.p.a.ce should a stasis that has lasted for over a quarter of a million years be broken at this exact time? The only possible explanation is that _we_ caused the break. And any way I look at that concept, it"s plain idiocy."
Both were silent for minutes; and then it was demonstrated again that Terra"s Advisory Board had done better than it knew in choosing Sandra c.u.mmings to be Jarvis Hilton"s working mate.
"We did cause it, Jarve," she said, finally. "They knew we were coming, even before we got to Fuel Bin. They knew we were human and tried to wipe out the Omans before we got there. Preventive warfare, you know."
"They _couldn"t_ have known!" he snorted. "Strett detectors are no better than Oman, and you know what Sam Bryant had to say about them."
"I know." Sandra grinned appreciatively. "It"s becoming a cla.s.sic. But it couldn"t have been any other way. Besides, I _know_ they did."
He stared at her helplessly, then swung on Larry. "Does that make sense to you?"
"Yes, sir. The Stretts could peyondire as well as the old Masters could, and they undoubtedly still can and do."
"Okay, it does make sense, then." He absented himself in thought, then came to life with a snap. "Okay! The next thing on the agenda is a crash-priority try at a peyondix team. Tuly, you organized a team to generate sathura. Can you do the same for peyondix?"
"If we can find the ingredients, yes, sir."
"I had a hunch. Larry, please ask Teddy Blake"s Oman to bring her in here...."
"I"ll be running along, then." Sandra started to get up.
"I hope to kiss a green pig you won"t!" Hilton snapped. "You"re one of the biggest wheels. Larry, we"ll want Temple Bells and Beverly Bell--for a start."
"Chief, you positively amaze me," Sandra said then. "Every time you get one of these attacks of genius--or whatever it is--you have me gasping like a fish. Just what can you _possibly_ want of Bev Bell?"
"Whatever it was that enabled her to hit the target against odds of almost infinity to one; not just once, but time after time. By definition, intuition. What quality did you use just now in getting me off the hook? Intuition. What makes Teddy Blake such an unerring performer? Intuition again. My hunches--they"re intuition, too.
Intuition, _h.e.l.l_! Labels--based on utterly abysmal d.a.m.ned dumb ignorance of our own basic frames of reference. Do you think those four kinds of intuition are alike, by seven thousand rows of apple trees?"
"Of course not. I see what you"re getting at.... Oh! This"ll be fun!"
The others came in and, one by one, Tuly examined each of the four women and the man. Each felt the probing, questioning feelers of her thought prying into the deepest recesses of his mind.
"There is not quite enough of each of three components, all of which are usually a.s.sociated with the male. You, sir, have much of each, but not enough. I know your men quite well, and I think we will need the doctors Kincaid and Karns and Poynter. But such deep probing is felt. Have I permission, sir?"