"Keep trying, Larry, you"ll make it yet!" Hilton leaned forward and walloped the android a tremendous blow on the knee. "Home, James!"
The car shot forward and Hilton went on: "I don"t expect even your brain to get the full value of this in any short s.p.a.ce of time. So let it stew in its own juice for a week or two." The car swept out onto the dock and stopped. "So long, Larry."
"But ... can"t I come in with you ... sir?"
"No. You aren"t a copycat or a semaph.o.r.e or a relay any longer. You"re a free-wheeling, wide-swinging, hard-hitting, independent ent.i.ty--monarch of all you survey--captain of your soul and so on. I want you to devote the imponderable force of the intellect to that concept until you understand it thoroughly. Until you have developed a top-bracket lot of top-bracket stuff--originality, initiative, force, drive, and thrust. As soon as you really understand it, you"ll do something about it yourself, without being told. Go to it, chum."
In the ship, Hilton went directly to Kincaid"s office. "Alex, I want to ask you a thing that"s got a snapper on it." Then, slowly and hesitantly: "It"s about Temple Bells. Has she ... is she ... well, does she remind you in any way of an iceberg?" Then, as the psychologist began to smile; "And no, d.a.m.n it, I _don"t_ mean physically!"
"I know you don"t." Kincaid"s smile was rueful, not at all what Hilton had thought it was going to be. "She does. Would it be helpful to know that I first asked, then ordered her to trade places with me?"
"It would, very. I know why she refused. You"re a _d.a.m.ned_ good man, Alex."
"Thanks, Jarve. To answer the question you were going to ask next--no, I will not be at all perturbed or put out if you put her onto a job that some people might think should have been mine. What"s the job, and when?"
"That"s the devil of it--I don"t know." Hilton brought Kincaid up to date. "So you see, it"ll have to develop, and G.o.d only knows what line it will take. My thought is that Temple and I should form a Committee of Two to watch it develop."
"That one I"ll buy, and I"ll look on with glee."
"Thanks, fellow." Hilton went down to his office, stuck his big feet up onto his desk, settled back onto his spine, and buried himself in thought.
Hours later he got up, shrugged, and went to bed without bothering to eat.
Days pa.s.sed.
And weeks.
IV
"Look," said Stella Wing to Beverly Bell. "Over there."
"I"ve seen it before. It"s simply disgusting."
"_That"s_ a laugh." Stella"s tawny-brown eyes twinkled. "You made your bombing runs on that target, too, my sweet, and didn"t score any higher than I did."
"I soon found out I didn"t want him--much too stiff and serious. Frank"s a lot more fun."
The staff had gathered in the lounge, as had become the custom, to spend an hour or so before bedtime in reading, conversation, dancing, light flirtation and even lighter drinking. Most of the girls, and many of the men, drank only soft drinks. Hilton took one drink per day of avignognac, a fine old brandy. So did de Vaux--the two usually making a ceremony of it.
Across the room from Stella and Beverly, Temple Bells was looking up at Hilton and laughing. She took his elbow and, in the gesture now familiar to all, pressed his arm quickly, but in no sense furtively, against her side. And he, equally openly, held her forearm for a moment in the full grasp of his hand.
"And he _isn"t_ a pawer," Stella said, thoughtfully. "He never touches any of the rest of us. She _taught_ him to do that, d.a.m.n her, without him ever knowing anything about it ... and I wish I knew how she did it."
"That isn"t pawing," Beverly laughed lightly. "It"s simply self-defense.
If he didn"t fend her off, G.o.d knows what she"d do. I still say it"s disgusting. And the way she dances with him! She ought to be ashamed of herself. He ought to fire her."
"She"s never been caught outside the safety zone, and we"ve all been watching her like hawks. In fact, she"s the only one of us all who has never been alone with him for a minute. No, darling, she isn"t playing games. She"s playing for keeps, and she"s a mighty smooth worker."
"Huh!" Beverly emitted a semi-ladylike snort. "What"s so smooth about showing off man-hunger that way? Any of us could do that--if we would."
"Miaouw, miaouw. Who do you think you"re kidding, Bev, you sanctimonious hypocrite--_me_? She has staked out the biggest claim she could find.
She"s posted notices all over it and is guarding it with a pistol. Half your month"s salary gets you all of mine if she doesn"t walk him up the center aisle as soon as we get back to Earth. We can both learn a lot from that girl, darling. And I, for one am going to."
"Uh-uh, she hasn"t got a thing _I_ want," Beverly laughed again, still lightly. Her friend"s barbed shafts had not wounded her. "And I"d much rather be thought a hypocrite, even a sanctimonious one, than a ravening, slavering--I can"t think of the technical name for a female wolf, so--_wolfess_, running around with teeth and claws bared, looking for another kill."
"You _do_ get results, I admit." Stella, too, was undisturbed. "We don"t seem to convince each other, do we, in the matter of technique?"
At this point the Hilton-Bells _tete-a-tete_ was interrupted by Captain Sawtelle. "Got half an hour, Jarve?" he asked. "The commanders, especially Elliott and Fenway, would like to talk to you."
"Sure I have, Skipper. Be seeing you, Temple," and the two men went to the captain"s cabin; in which room, blue with smoke despite the best efforts of the ventilators, six full commanders were arguing heatedly.
"Hi, men," Hilton greeted them.
"Hi, Jarve," from all six, and: "What"ll you drink? Still making do with ginger ale?" asked Elliott (Engineering).
"That"ll be fine, Steve. Thanks. You having as much trouble as we are?"
"More," the engineer said, glumly. "Want to know what it reminds me of?
A bunch of Australian bushmen stumbling onto a ramjet and trying to figure out how it works. And yet Sam here has got the sublime guts to claim that he understands all about their detectors--and that they aren"t anywhere nearly as good as ours are."
"And they _aren"t_!" blazed Commander Samuel Bryant (Electronics).
"We"ve spent six solid weeks looking for something that simply _is not there_. All they"ve got is the prehistoric Whitworth system and that"s _all_ it is. Nothing else. Detectors--_h.e.l.l_! I tell you I can see better by moonlight than the very best they can do. With everything they"ve got you couldn"t detect a woman in your own bed!"
"And this has been going on all night," Fenway (Astrogation) said. "So the rest of us thought we"d ask you in to help us pound some sense into Sam"s thick, hard head."
Hilton frowned in thought while taking a couple of sips of his drink.
Then, suddenly, his face cleared. "Sorry to disappoint you, gentlemen, but--at any odds you care to name and in anything from split peas to C-notes--Sam"s right."
Commander Samuel and the six other officers exploded as one. When the clamor had subsided enough for him to be heard, Hilton went on: "I"m very glad to get that datum, Sam. It ties in perfectly with everything else I know about them."
"How do you figure that kind of twaddle ties in with anything?" Sawtelle demanded.
"Strict maintenance of the _status quo_," Hilton explained, flatly.
"That"s all they"re interested in. You said yourself, Skipper, that it was a h.e.l.l of a place to have a s.p.a.ce-battle, practically in atmosphere.
They never attack. They never scout. They simply don"t care whether they"re attacked or not. If and when attacked, they put up just enough ships to handle whatever force has arrived. When the attacker has been repulsed, they don"t chase him a foot. They build as many ships and Omans as were lost in the battle--no more and no less--and then go on about their regular business. The Masters owned that half of the fuel bin, so the Omans are keeping that half. They will keep on keeping it for ever and ever. Amen."
"But _that"s_ no way to fight a war!" Three or four men said this, or its equivalent, at once.
"Don"t judge them by human standards. They aren"t even approximately human. Our personnel is not expendable. Theirs is--just as expendable as their materiel."