On the return to Genoa Amschel Mayer said to Kennedy, "Are you sober enough to assimilate something serious?" "Sure, chief, of course." "Hm-m-m. Well then, begin taking the steps necessary for us to place a few men on Texcoco in the way of, ah, intelligence agents." "You mean some of our team?" Kennedy said, startled. "No, of course not. We can't spare them, and, besides, there'd be too big a chance of recognition and exposure. Some of our more trusted Genoese. Make the monetary reward enough to attract their services." He looked at his lieutenants significantly. "I think you'll agree that it might not be a bad idea to keep our eyes on the developments on Texcoco." * * * * * On the way back to Texcoco, Barry Watson said to his chief, "What do you think of putting some security men on Genoa, just to keep tabs?" "Why?" Watson looked at his fingers, nibbled at a hangnail. "It just seems to me it wouldn't hurt any." Chessman snorted. Dick Hawkins said, "I think Barry's right. They can bear watching. Besides in another decade or so they'll realize we're going to beat them. Mayer's ego isn't going to take that. He'd go to just about any extreme to keep from losing face back on Earth." Natt Roberts said worriedly, "I think they're right, Joe. Certainly it wouldn't hurt to have a few Security men over there. My department could train them and we'd ferry them over in this space boat." "I'll make the decisions," Chessman growled at them. "I'll think about this. It's just possible that you're right though." Behind them, Reif looked thoughtfully at his teen-age son. IX. Down the long palace corridor strode Barry Watson, Dick Hawkins, Natt Roberts, the aging Reif and his son Taller, now in the prime of manhood. Their faces were equally wan from long hours without sleep. Half a dozen Tulan infantrymen brought up their rear. As they passed Security Police guards, to left and right, eyes took in their weapons, openly carried. But such eyes shifted and the guards remained at their posts. Only one sergeant opened his mouth in protest. "Sir," he said to Watson, hesitantly, "you are entering Number One's presence armed." "Shut up," Natt Roberts rapped at him. Reif said, "That will be all, sergeant." The Security Police sergeant looked emptily after them as they progressed down the corridor. Together, Watson and Reif motioned aside the two Tulan soldiers who stood before the door of their destination, and pushed inward without knocking. Joe Chessman looked up wearily from his map and dispatch laden desk. For a moment his hand went to the heavy military revolver at his right but when he realized the identity of his callers, it fell away. "What's up now?" he said, his voice on the verge of cracking.