"Better get out there then," said the Chief. "It"s midnight, and they might want to lock up. There"s your bus."
A lighted bus was waiting by the curb. Its doors were open, but it was empty of pa.s.sengers. Single busses ran out to the Shed now and then, but they ran in fleets at shift-change time. Joe went over and climbed aboard the bus.
"We"ll turn up early," said the Chief. "This won"t be a shift job. We"ll look things over and lay out what we want and then get to work, eh?"
"Right," said Joe. "And thanks."
"We"ll be there with our hair in braids," said Mike, in his cracked voice. "Now a gla.s.s of beer and so to bed. "Night."
Haney waved his hand. The three of them marched off, the two huge figures of Haney and the Chief, with Mike trotting truculently between them, hardly taller than their knees. They were curiously colorful with all the many-tinted neon signs upon them. They turned into a diner.
Joe sat in the bus, alone. The driver was off somewhere. The sounds of Bootstrap were distinctive by night. Footsteps, and the jangling of bicycle bells, and voices, and a radio blaring somewhere and a record-shop loud-speaker somewhere else, and a sort of underriding noise of festivity.
There was a sharp rap on the gla.s.s by Joe"s window. He started and looked out. Braun--battered, and bleeding from the corner of his mouth--motioned urgently for him to come to the door of the bus. Joe went.
Braun stared up at him in a new fashion. Now he was neither dogged nor fierce nor desperate to look at. Despite the beating he"d taken, he seemed completely and somehow frighteningly tranquil. He looked like somebody who has come to the end of torment and is past any feeling but that of relief from suffering.
"You--" said Braun. "That girl you were with today. Her pop is Major Holt, eh?"
Joe frowned, and reservedly said that he was.
"You tell her pop," said Braun detachedly, "this is hot tip. Hot tip.
Look two kilometers north of Shed tomorrow. He find something bad. Hot!
You tell him. Two kilometers."
"Y-yes," said Joe, his frown increasing. "But look here----"
"Be sure say hot," repeated Braun.
Rather incredibly, he smiled. Then he turned and walked quickly away.
Joe went back to his seat in the empty bus, and sat there and waited for it to start, and tried to figure out what the message meant. Since it was for Major Holt, it had something to do with security. And security meant defense against sabotage. And "hot" might mean merely _significant_, or--in these days--it might mean _something else_. In fact, it might mean something to make your hair stand on end when thought of in connection with the s.p.a.ce Platform.
Joe waited for the bus to take off. He became convinced that Braun"s use of the word "hot" did not mean merely "significant." The other meaning was what he had in mind.
Joe"s teeth tried to chatter.
He didn"t let them.
6
Major Holt wasn"t to be found when Joe got out to the Shed. And he wasn"t in the house in the officers"-quarters area behind it. There was only the housekeeper, who yawned pointedly as she let Joe in. Sally was presumably long since asleep. And Joe didn"t know any way to get hold of the Major. He a.s.sured himself that Braun was a good guy--if he weren"t he wouldn"t have insisted on taking a licking before he apologized--and he hadn"t said there was any hurry. Tomorrow, he"d said. So Joe uneasily let himself be led to a room with a cot, and he was asleep in what seemed seconds. But just the same he was badly worried.
In fact, next morning Joe woke at a practically unearthly hour with Braun"s message pounding on his brain. He was downstairs waiting when the housekeeper appeared. She looked startled.
"Major Holt?" he asked.
But the Major was gone. He must have done with no more than three or four hours" sleep. There was an empty coffee cup whose contents he"d gulped down before going back to the security office.
Joe trudged to the barbed-wire enclosure around the officers"-quarters area and explained to the sentry where he wanted to go. A sleepy driver whisked him around the half-mile circle to the security building and he found his way to Major Holt"s office.
The plain and gloomy secretary was already on the job, too. She led him in to face Major Holt. He blinked at the sight of Joe.
"Hm.... I have some news," he observed. "We back-tracked the parcel that exploded when it was dumped from the plane."
Joe had almost forgotten it. Too many other things had happened since.
"We"ve got two very likely prisoners out of that affair," said the Major. "They may talk. Also, an emergency inspection of other transport planes has turned up three other grenades tucked away in front-wheel wells. Ah--CO_2 bottles have turned out to have something explosive in them. A very nice bit of work, that! The sandy-haired man who fueled your plane--ah--disappeared. That is bad!"
Joe said politely: "That"s fine, sir."
"All in all, you"ve been the occasion of our forestalling a good deal of sabotage," said the Major. "Bad for you, of course.... Did you find the men you were looking for?"
"I"ve found them, but--."
"I"ll have them transferred to work under your direction," said the Major briskly. "Their names?"
Joe gave the names. The Major wrote them down.
"Very good. I"m busy now----"
"I"ve a tip for you," said Joe. "I think it should be checked right away. I don"t feel too good about it."
The Major waited impatiently. And Joe explained, very carefully, about the fight on the Platform the day before, Braun"s insistence on finishing the fight in Bootstrap, and then the tip he"d given Joe after everything was over. He repeated the message exactly, word for word.
The Major, to do him justice, did not interrupt. He listened with an expression that varied between grimness and weariness. When Joe ended he picked up a telephone. He talked briefly. Joe felt a reluctant sort of approval. Major Holt was not a man one could ever feel very close to, and the work he was in charge of was not likely to make him popular, but he did think straight--and fast. He didn"t think "hot" meant "significant," either. When he"d hung up the phone he said curtly: "When will your work crew get here?"
"Early--but not yet," said Joe. "Not for some time yet."
"Go with the pilot," said the Major. "You"d recognize what Braun meant as soon as anybody. See what you see."
Joe stood up.
"You--think the tip is straight?"
"This isn"t the first time," said Major Holt detachedly, "that a man has been blackmailed into trying sabotage. If he"s got a family somewhere abroad, and they"re threatened with death or torture unless he does such-and-such here, he"s in a bad fix. It"s happened. Of course he can"t tell me! He"s watched. But he sometimes finds an out."
Joe was puzzled. His face showed it.
"He can try to do the sabotage," said the Major precisely, "or he can arrange to be caught trying to do it. If he"s caught--he tried; and the blackmail threat is no threat at all so long as he keeps his mouth shut.
Which he does. And--ah--you would be surprised how often a man who wasn"t born in the United States would rather go to prison for sabotage than commit it--here."
Joe blinked.