"Groaci nose-flute lovers will come over to you in a body," Retief predicted. "By the way, Chauncey, how long have the Groaci been working on their ballpark?"
"Lell, wet"s see: Stay tharted it fast lall, bust ajout the time too Yerries toured your Foundations..."
"It must be about finished, eh?"
"It hasn"t changed such mince the worst feak; and a thunny fing: You sever seem to knee any jerkers around the wob; gust the jards." Chauncey swung the corner and pulled up before a ten-foot-high fence constructed of closely fitted plastic panels, looming darkly in the early-evening gloom.
"Ear we har," he said. "Sike I lezz, you san"t key a thing."
"Let"s take a look around."
"Sure-but we petter beep an eye keeled; those dittle levels can squeak up awful niet."
Leaving the car parked in a pool of shadow under the spreading fronds of a giant fern, Retief, followed by the Squalian, strolled along the walk, studying the unbroken wall that completely encircled the block. At the corner he paused, looked both ways. The street lamp glowed mistily on empty sidewalks.
"Give me a chord on the cello if you see anyone coming," Retief directed Chauncey. He extracted a slender instrument from an inner pocket, forced it between two planks, and twisted. The material yielded with a creak, opening a narrow peephole, affording a view of pole-mounted lights which shed a yellowish glow on a narrow belt of foot-trampled mud stacked with two-by-fours and used plywood, a fringe of ragged gra.s.s ending at a vertical escarpment of dun-colored canvas. A giant tarpaulin, held in place by a network of ropes, completely concealed the ma.s.sive structure beneath it.
"Moley hoses," Chauncey"s voice sounded at Retief"s elbow. "Looks like they"ve been chaking some manges!"
"What kind of changes?"
"Well-it"s sard of hay, tunder that arp-shut the bape of it dooks lifferent. Wa"ve been thirking on it, no bout adout that."
"Suppose we cruise over and pay a call at the Groaci Emba.s.sy," Retief suggested. "There are one or two more points that need clearing up."
"Boor, shoss-but it don"t woo you any good. They pard that glace like it was the legendary Nort Fox."
"I"m counting on it, Chauncey."
It was a ten-block drive through rain-soaked streets. They parked a block from the fortresslike structure, prowled closer, keeping to the shadows. A pair of Groaci in elaborate uniforms stood stiffly flanking the gate in the high masonry wall.
"No hole-poking this time," Retief said. "We"ll have to climb over."
"That"s bisky, ross-"
"So is loitering on a dark corner," the Terran replied. "Let"s go."
Five minutes later, having scaled the wall via an overhanging slurb-fruit tree, Retief and Chauncey stood in the Emba.s.sy compound, listening.
"Don"t their a hing," the Squalian muttered. "Now what?"
"How about taking a look around, Chauncey," Retief suggested.
"O.K.-dut I bon"t like it..." Chauncey extended an eye-tipped pseudopod, which snaked away around the corner. Two minutes ticked past. Suddenly the chauffeur stiffened.
"Giggers, the Joaci!" he exclaimed. "Let"s cho, gief!" The eyestalk retracted convulsively.
"Bammit, a dacklash," Chauncey yelped. Retief turned to see the driver struggling to untangle the hastily retracted eyestalk, which had somehow become snarled around one of its owner"s feet, which was in turn unraveling, an effect resembling a rag rug unknitting itself.
"Datt thid it," he grunted. "Bam, scross, I"ll never let goose in time-"
Retief took two swift steps to the corner of the building; the patter of soft-shod feet approached rapidly. An instant later, a spindle-legged alien in a black hip-cloak, ornamented leather greaves, GI eyeshields, and a flaring helmet shot into view, met Retief"s extended arm, and did a neat backflip into the mud.
Retief grabbed up the scatter-gun dropped by the Groaci Peacekeeper, switched it to wide dispersal, swinging the weapon to cover half a dozen more Groaci guards coming up rapidly on the right flank. They skidded to a halt.
At the same moment there was a yell from behind him; he half-turned, saw Chauncey struggling in the grasp of four more of the aliens who had appeared from a doorway.
"To throw down the gun and make no further move, Soft One," the captain in charge of the detail hissed in Groaci, "or to see your minion torn to vermicelli before your naked eyes!"
4.
Broodmaster Shinth, Amba.s.sador Extraordinary and Minister Plenipotentiary of the Groacian Autonomy to the Squalian Aristarch, lolled back at ease in his power swivel chair, a pirated Groaci copy of a Terran diplomatic model. A cl.u.s.ter of aides hovered behind him, exchanging sibilant whispers and canting multiple eyes at Retief, who stood at ease before them, flanked by guards whose guns prodded his kidneys. Chauncey, pitiably trussed in his own versatile limbs, lay slumped in a corner of the underground office of the Groaci Chief of Mission.
"How charming to see you, Retief," Shinth whispered. "One is always delighted to entertain a colleague, of course. You"ll forgive Captain Thilf"s zeal in insisting so firmly on your acceptance of my hospitality, but he was quite carried away by your demonstration of interest in Groacian affairs."
"I"m surprised at Your Excellency"s leniency," Retief replied in tones of mild congratulation. "I a.s.sumed you"d have busted the Captain back to corporal by now for tipping your hand. There"s nothing like a diplomat-napping to cause vague suspicions to congeal into certainties."
Shinth waved a negligent member. "Any reasonably intelligent being-I include Terry diplomats as a courtesy-could have deduced a connection between the vanished structure and myself."
"Oh-oh-I nink I thow what was tunder that arp!" Chauncey exclaimed in a voice m.u.f.fled by the multiple turns of eyestalk inhibiting his vocal apparatus.
"You see-even this unlettered local perceives that there was only one place where a borrowed ballet theater might be concealed," Shinth continued airily. "Specifically, under the canvas stretched over my dummy stadium."
"Since we agree that"s obvious," Retief said, "suppose you a.s.sign a squad to untying the knots in Chauncey, while Captain Thilf and ourselves enjoy a hearty diplomatic chuckle over the joke."
"Ah, but the punch line has yet to be delivered," Shinth demurred. "You don"t suppose, my dear Retief, that I"ve devoted all these months to the finesse merely for the amus.e.m.e.nt of newly arrived Terry bureaucrats?"
"It seems rather a flimsy motivation," Retief concurred. "But you can"t hide half a million cubic feet of stolen architecture forever."
"Nor do I intend to try. Only a few hours remain before the full scope of my coup bursts upon the local diplomatic horizon," the Groaci said smoothly. "You"ll recall that I"ve advanced the schedule for the unveiling of Groaci"s gift to the Squalian electorate. The heartwarming event will take place tonight, before the ma.s.sed dignitaries of the planet, with the Terry Mission as prominent guests, of course. Our hosts, expecting the traditional Groaci ballet theater, will suffer no surprise. That emotion will be reserved for the Terrans, to whom I"ve carefully leaked the erroneous impression that a ballpark was rising on the site. At a stroke, I will reveal you Terries for the Indian givers you are while at the same moment bestowing on the local bucolics imposing evidence of Groacian generosity-at the expense of you Soft Ones! A cla.s.sic j.a.pe, indeed, as I"m sure you"ll agree, eh, Retief?"
"Amba.s.sador Grossblunder might have a few objections to the scheme," Retief pointed out.
"Let him object," Shinth whispered carelessly. "The operation was carried off under cover of night, unseen and unheard. The lift units left the planet today via our supply shuttle. What matter substanceless accusations? Grossblunder was thoughtful enough to carry on erection under heavy security wraps; it will be his word against mine. And a ballet theater on the site is worth two in the Project Proposal File, eh?"
"You won"t wet agay with it," Chauncey blurted. "I"ll bill the speans!"
"Bill whatever you like, fellow," Shinth hissed loftily. "Ex post facto rumor-mongering will have no effect on a fait accompli. And now, I really must be robing myself for the festivities." He snapped an eyestalk at the Guard Captain. "Escort them to the guest quarters, Thilf, and see that they"re made as comfortable as possible during their stay. I believe from the tower they"ll have a splendid view of the spectacle under the lights."
"To defenestrate the rogues at once," Thilf suggested in a stage whisper. "To eliminate the blabbermouths completely-"
"To be silent, littermate of drones!" the Amba.s.sador hissed. "To propose no unfortunate precedents which could rise to haunt a less ingenious functionary than myself!" He waggled three of his five oculars at Retief in a placating fashion. "You"ll be free to return to your duties as soon as the ceremony is completed," he cooed. "In the meantime-happy meditations."
5.