"It"s real; it really is. My parents were romantics: dad says they considered both "Golden" and "Silver"!"
Not at all obviously, he studied her: the almost translucent, unblemished perfection of her lightly-tanned, old-ivory skin; the clear, calm, deep blueness of her eyes; the long, thick mane of hair exactly the color of a field of dead-ripe wheat.
"You know, I like it," he said then. "It fits you."
"I"m glad you said that, Doctor...."
"Not that, Temple. I"m not going to "Doctor" you."
"I"ll call you "boss", then, like Stella does. Anyway, that lets me tell you that I like it myself. I really think that it did something for me."
"_Something_ did something for you, that"s for sure. I"m mighty glad you"re aboard, and I hope ... here they come. Hi, Hark! Hi, Stella!"
"Hi, Jarve," said Chief Linguist Harkins, and:
"Hi, boss--what"s holding us up?" asked his a.s.sistant, Stella Wing. She was about five feet four. Her eyes were a tawny brown; her hair a flamboyant auburn mop. Perhaps it owed a little of its spectacular refulgence to chemistry, Hilton thought, but not too much. "Let us away!
Let the lions roar and let the welkin ring!"
"Who"s been feeding _you_ so much red meat, little squirt?" Hilton laughed and turned away, meeting Sandra in the corridor. "Okay, chick, take "em away. We"ll cover you. Luck, girl."
And in the control room, to Sawtelle, "Needle-beam cover, please; set for minimum aperture and lethal blast. But no firing, Captain Sawtelle, until I give the order."
The _Perseus_ was surrounded by hundreds of natives. They were all adult, all naked and about equally divided as to s.e.x. They were friendly; most enthusiastically so.
"Jarve!" Sandra squealed. "They"re _telepathic_. Very strongly so! I never imagined--I never felt anything like it!"
"Any rough stuff?" Hilton demanded.
"Oh, no. Just the opposite. They love us ... in a way that"s simply indescribable. I don"t like this telepathy business ... not clear ...
foggy, diffuse ... this woman is _sure_ I"m her long-lost great-great-a-hundred-times grandmother or something--_You!_ Slow down.
Take it _easy_! They want us all to come out here and live with ... no, not _with_ them, but each of us alone in a whole house with them to wait on us! But first, they all want to come aboard...."
"_What?_" Hilton yelped. "But are you _sure_ they"re friendly?"
"Positive, chief."
"How about you, Alex?"
"We"re all sure, Jarve. No question about it."
"Bring two of them aboard. A man and a woman."
"You won"t bring _any_!" Sawtelle thundered. "Hilton, I had enough of your stupid, starry-eyed, ivory-domed blundering long ago, but this utterly idiotic brainstorm of letting enemy aliens aboard us ends all civilian command. Call your people back aboard or I will bring them in by force!"
"Very well, sir. Sandy, tell the natives that a slight delay has become necessary and bring your party aboard."
The Navy officers smiled--or grinned--gloatingly; while the scientists stared at their director with expressions ranging from surprise to disappointment and disgust. Hilton"s face remained set, expressionless, until Sandra and her party had arrived.
"Captain Sawtelle," he said then, "I thought that you and I had settled in private the question or who is in command of Project Theta Orionis at destination. We will now settle it in public. Your opinion of me is now on record, witnessed by your officers and by my staff. My opinion of you, which is now being similarly recorded and witnessed, is that you are a hidebound, mentally ossified Navy mule; mentally and psychologically unfit to have any voice in any such mission as this. You will now agree on this recording and before these witnesses, to obey my orders unquestioningly or I will now unload all Bureau of Science personnel and equipment onto this planet and send you and the _Perseus_ back to Terra with the doubly-sealed record of this episode posted to the Advisory Board. Take your choice."
Eyes locked, and under Hilton"s uncompromising stare Sawtelle weakened.
He fidgeted; tried three times--unsuccessfully--to blare defiance. Then, "Very well sir," he said, and saluted.
"Thank you, sir," Hilton said, then turned to his staff. "Okay, Sandy, go ahead."
Outside the control room door, "Thank G.o.d you don"t play poker, Jarve!"
Karns gasped. "We"d all owe you all the pay we"ll ever get!"
"You think it was the bluff, yes?" de Vaux asked. "Me, I think no. Name of a name of a name! I was wondering with unease what life would be like on this so-alien planet!"
"You didn"t need to wonder, Tiny," Hilton a.s.sured him. "It was in the bag. He"s incapable of abandonment."
Beverly Bell, the van der Moen twins and Temple Bells all stared at Hilton in awe; and Sandra felt much the same way.
"But suppose he _had_ called you?" Sandra demanded.
"Speculating on the impossible is unprofitable," he said.
"Oh, you"re the most _exasperating_ thing!" Sandra stamped a foot.
"Don"t you--_ever_--answer a question intelligibly?"
"When the question is meaningless, chick, I can"t."
At the lock Temple Bells, who had been hanging back, c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Hilton and he made his way to her side.
"What was it you started to say back there, boss?"
"Oh, yes. That we should see each other oftener."
"That"s what I was hoping you were going to say." She put her hand under his elbow and pressed his arm lightly, fleetingly, against her side.
"That would be indubitably the fondest thing I could be of."
He laughed and gave her arm a friendly squeeze. Then he studied her again, the most baffling member of his staff. About five feet six.
Lithe, hard, trained down fine--as a tennis champion, she would be.
Stacked--_how_ she was stacked! Not as beautiful as Sandra or Teddy ...
but with an unG.o.dly lot of something that neither of them had ... nor any other woman he had ever known.
"Yes, I am a little difficult to cla.s.sify," she said quietly, almost reading his mind.
"That"s the understatement of the year! But I"m making some progress."
"Such as?" This was an open challenge.
"Except possibly Teddy, the best brain aboard."