He hesitated. Then he said, "I see. I think I see. July fourteenth."
"I"m convinced. Okay, let"s talk."
"You"re really not calling from your home, Manuel? Where are you?"
"Let that pa.s.s a moment. You asked my wife about a girl. No names needed. Why do you want to find her, Prof?"
"I want to warn her. She must not try to go back to her home city. She would be arrested."
"Why do you think so?"
"Dear boy! Everyone at that meeting is in grave danger. Yourself, too. I was so happy-even though confused-to hear you say that you are not at home. You should not go home at present. If you have some safe place to stay, it would be well to take a vacation. You are aware-you must be even though you left hastily-that there was violence last night."
I was aware! Killing Warden"s bodyguards must be against Authority Regulations-at least if I were Warden, I"d take a dim view. "Thanks, Prof; I"ll be careful. And if I see this girl, I"ll tell her."
"You don"t know where to find her? You were seen to leave with her and I had so hoped that you would know."
"Prof, why this interest? Last night you didn"t seem to be on her side."
"No, no, Manuel! She is my comrade. I don"t say "tovarishch" for I mean it not just as politeness but in the older sense. Binding. She is my comrade. We differ only in tactics. Not in objectives, not in loyalties."
"I see. Well, consider message delivered. She"ll get it."
"Oh, wonderful! I ask no questions.. . but I do hope, oh so very strongly, that you can find a way for her to be safe, really safe, until this blows over."
I thought that over. "Wait a moment, Prof. Don"t switch off." As I answered phone, Wyoh had headed for bath, probably to avoid listening; she was that sort.
Tapped on door. "Wyoh?"
"Out in a second."
"Need advice."
She opened door. "Yes, Mannie?"
"How does Professor de la Paz rate in your organization? Is he trusted? Do you trust him?"
She looked thoughtful. "Everyone at the meeting was supposed to be vouched for. But I don"t know him."
"Mmm. You have feeling about him?"
"I liked him, even though he argued against me. Do you know anything about him?"
"Oh, yes, known him twenty years. I trust him. But can"t extend trust for you. Trouble-and it"s your air bottle, not mine."
She smiled warmly. "Mannie, since you trust him, I trust him just as firmly."
I went back to phone. "Prof, are you on dodge?"
He chuckled. "Precisely, Manuel."
"Know a hole called Grand Hotel Raffles? Room L two decks below lobby. Can you get here without tracks, have you had breakfast, what do you like for breakfast?"
He chuckled again. "Manuel, one pupil can make a teacher feel that his years were not wasted. I know where it is, I shall get there quietly, I have not broken fast, and I eat anything I can"t pat."
Wyoh had started putting beds together; I went to help. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Chai and toast. Juice would be nice."
"Not enough."
"Well . . . a boiled egg. But I pay for breakfast."
"Two boiled eggs, b.u.t.tered toast with jam, juice. I"ll roll you."
"Your dice, or mine?"
"Mine. I cheat." I went to lift, asked for display, saw something called THE HAPPY HANGOVER-ALL PORTIONS EXTRA LARGE-tomato juice, scrambled eggs, ham steak, fried potatoes, corn cakes and honey, toast, b.u.t.ter, milk, tea or coffee-HKL $4.50 for two-I ordered it for two, no wish to advertise third person.
We were clean and shining, room orderly and set for breakfast, and Wyoh had changed from black outfit into red dress "because company was coming" when lift jingled food. Change into dress had caused words. She had posed, smiled, and said, "Mannie, I"m so pleased with this dress. How did you know it would suit me so well?"
"Genius."
"I think you may be. What did it cost? I must pay you."
"On sale, marked down to Authority cents fifty."
She clouded up and stomped foot. Was bare, made no sound, caused her to bounce a half meter. "Happy landing!" I wished her, while she pawed for foothold like a new chum.
"Manuel O"Kelly! If you think I will accept expensive clothing from a man I"m not even bundling with!"
"Easily corrected."
"Lecher! I"ll tell your wives!"
"Do that. Mum always thinks worst of me." I went to lift, started dealing out dishes; door sounded. I flipped hearum-no-seeum. "Who comes?"
"Message for Gospodin Smith," a cracked voice answered. "Gospodin Bernard O. Smith."
I flipped bolts and let Professor Bernardo de la Paz in. He looked like poor grade of salvage-dirty clothes, filthy himself, hair unkempt, paralyzed down one side and hand twisted, one eye a film of cataract-perfect picture of old wrecks who sleep in Bottom Alley and cadge drinks and pickled eggs in cheap taprooms. He drooled.
As soon as I bolted door he straightened up, let features come back to normal, folded hands over wishbone, looked Wyoh up and down, sucked air kimono style, and whistled. "Even more lovely," he said, "than I remembered!"
She smiled, over her mad. ""Thanks, Professor. But don"t bother. n.o.body here but comrades."
"Senorita, the day I let politics interfere with my appreciation of beauty, that day I retire from politics. But you are gracious." He looked away, glanced closely around room.
I said, "Prof, quit checking for evidence, you dirty old man. Last night was politics, nothing but politics."
"That"s not true!" Wyoh flared up. "I struggled for hours! But he was too strong for me. Professor-what"s the party discipline in such cases? Here in Luna City?"
Prof tut-tutted and rolled blank eye. "Manuel, I"m surprised. It"s a serious matter, my dear-elimination, usually. But it must be investigated. Did you come here willingly?"
"He drugged me."
""Dragged," dear lady. Let"s not corrupt the language. Do you have bruises to show?"
I said, "Eggs getting cold. Can"t we eliminate me after breakfast?"
"An excellent thought," agreed Prof. "Manuel, could you spare your old teacher a liter of water to make himself more presentable?"
"All you want, in there. Don"t drag or you"ll get what littlest pig got."
"Thank you, sir."
He retired; were sounds of brushing and washing. Wyoh and I finished arranging table. ""Bruises,"" I said. "Struggled all night.""
"You deserved it, you insulted me."
"How?"
"You failed to insult me, that"s how. After you drugged me here."
"Mmm. Have to get Mike to a.n.a.lyze that."
"Mich.e.l.le would understand it. Mannie, may I change my mind and have a little piece of that ham?"
"Half is yours, Prof is semi-vegetarian." Prof came out and, while did not look his most debonair, was neat and clean, hair combed, dimples back and happy sparkle in eye-fake cataract gone. "Prof, how do you do it?"
"Long practice, Manuel; I"ve been in this business far longer than you young people. Just once, many years ago in Lima-a lovely city-I ventured to stroll on a fine day without such forethought . . . and it got me transported. What a beautiful table!"
"Sit by me, Prof," Wyoh invited. "I don"t want to sit by him. Rapist."
"Look," I said, "first we eat, then we eliminate me. Prof, fill plate and tell what happened last night."
"May I suggest a change in program? Manuel, the life of a conspirator is not an easy one and I learned before you were born not to mix provender and politics. Disturbs the gastric enzymes and leads to ulcers, the occupational disease of the underground. Mmm! That fish smells good."
"Fish?"
"That pink salmon," Prof answered, pointing at ham.
A long, pleasant time later we reached coffee/tea stage. Prof leaned back, sighed and said, "Bolshoyeh spasebaw, Gospazha ee Gospodin. Tak for mat, it was wonderfully good. I don"t know when I"ve felt more at peace with the world. Ah yes! Last evening-I saw not too much of the proceedings because, just as you two were achieving an admirable retreat, I lived to fight another day-I bugged out. Made it to the wings in one long flat dive. When I did venture to peek out, the party was over, most had left, and all yellow jackets were dead."
(Note: Must correct this; I learned more later. When trouble started, as I was trying to get Wyoh through door, Prof produced a hand gun and, firing over heads, picked off three bodyguards at rear main door, including one wearing bull voice. How he smuggled weapon up to The Rock-or managed to liberate it later-I don"t know. But Prof"s shooting joined with Shorty"s work to turn tables; not one yellow jacket got out alive. Several people were burned and four were killed-but knives, hands, and heels finished it in seconds.) "Perhaps I should say, "All but one,"" Prof went on. "Two cossacks at the door through which you departed had been given quietus by our brave comrade Shorty Mkrum. . . and I am sorry to say that Shorty was lying across them, dying-"
"We knew."
"So. Duke et decorum. One guard in that doorway had a damaged face but was still moving; I gave his neck a treatment known in professional circles Earthside as the Istanbul twist. He joined his mates. By then most of the living had left. Just myself, our chairman of the evening Finn Nielsen, a comrade known as "Mom," that being what her husbands called her. I consulted with Comrade Finn and we bolted all doors. That left a cleaning job. Do you know the arrangements backstage there?"
"Not me," I said. Wyoh shook head.
"There is a kitchen and pantry, used for banquets. I suspect that Mom and family run a butcher shop for they disposed of bodies as fast as Finn and I carried them back, their speed limited only by the rate at which portions could be ground up and flushed into the city"s cloaca. The sight made me quite faint, so I spent time mopping in the hall. Clothing was the difficult part, especially those quasi-military uniforms."
"What did you do with those laser guns?"
Prof turned bland eyes on me. "Guns? Dear me, they must have disappeared. We removed everything of a personal nature from bodies of our departed comrades-tor relatives, for identification, for sentiment. Eventually we had everything tidy-not a job that would fool Interpol but one as to make it seem unlikely that anything untoward had taken place. We conferred, agreed that it would be well not to be seen soon, and left severally, myself by a pressure door above the stage leading up to level six. Thereafter I tried to call you, Manuel, being worried about your safety and that of this dear lady." Prof bowed to Wyoh. "That completes the tale. I spent the night in quiet places."
"Prof," I said, "those guards were new chums, still getting their legs. Or we wouldn"t have won."
"That could be," he agreed. "But had they not been, the outcome would have been the same."
"How so? They were armed."
"Lad, have you ever seen a boxer dog? I think not-no dogs that large in Luna. The boxer is a result of special selection. Gentle and intelligent, he turns instantly into deadly killer when occasion requires.
"Here has been bred an even more curious creature. I know of no city on Terra with as high standards of good manners and consideration for one"s fellow man as here in Luna. By comparison, Terran cities-I have known most major ones-are barbaric. Yet the Loonie is as deadly as the boxer dog. Manuel, nine guards, no matter how armed, stood no chance against that pack. Our patron used bad judgment."
"Um. Seen a morning paper, Prof? Or a video cast?"
"The latter, yes."
"Nothing in late news last night."
"Nor this morning."
"Odd," I said.
"What"s odd about it?" asked Wyoh. "We won"t talk-and we have comrades in key places in every paper in Luna."
Prof shook his head. "No, my dear. Not that simple. Censorship. Do you know how copy is set in our newspapers?"
"Not exactly. It"s done by machinery."
"Here"s what Prof means," I told her. "News is typed in editorial offices. From there on it"s a leased service directed by a master computer at Authority Complex"-hoped she would notice "master computer" rather than "Mike"-"copy prints out there via phone circuit. These rolls feed into a computer section which reads, sets copy, and prints out newspapers at several locations. Novylen edition of Daily Lunatic prints out in Novylen changes in ads and local stories, and computer makes changes from standard symbols, doesn"t have to be told how. What Prof means is that at print-out at Authority Complex, Warden could intervene. Same for all news services, both off and to Luna-they funnel through computer room."
"The point is," Prof went on, "the Warden could have killed the story. It"s irrelevant whether he did. Or-check me, Manuel; you know I"m hazy about machinery-he could insert a story, too, no matter how many comrades we have in newspaper offices."
"Sure," I agreed. "At Complex, anything can be added, cut, or changed."
"And that, senorita, is the weakness of our Cause. Communications. Those goons were not important-but crucially important is that it lay with the Warden, not with us, to decide whether the story should be told. To a revolutionist, communications are a sine-qua-non."
Wyoh looked at me and I could see synapses snapping. So I changed subject. "Prof. why get rid of bodies? Besides horrible job, was dangerous. Don"t know how many bodyguards Warden has, but more could show up while you were doing it."
"Believe me, lad, we feared that. But although I was almost useless, it was my idea, I had to convince the others. Oh, not my original idea but remembrance of things past, an historical principle."
"What principle?"
"Terror! A man can face known danger. But the unknown frightens him. We disposed of those finks, teeth and toenails, to strike terror into their mates. Nor do I know how many effectives the Warden has, but I guarantee they are less effective today. Their mates went out on an easy mission. Nothing came back."