"Disarm the squadron?" cried Kirk. "Are you insane?" He had a sudden nightmare vision of the Orion ships sweeping in, of the cruisers and transports of the Fifth disappearing in a storm of smoke and fire, the men falling like dead leaves. "We can't take any chances," Garstang said, moving toward the phone. "The Earth Navy--" "Ha!" "The Earth Navy," repeated Garstang, "is on full alert right now." "Solleremos will eat it up," said Kirk savagely. "Don't be a fool, Garstang. I don't care how loyal you are to Earth, you've got to admit her navy can't face Orion Squadrons for five minutes." Garstang hesitated. His face was grim and sad, and Kirk felt sorry for him in spite of his anger. Garstang said, "We'll have to do what we can. We'll fight enemies if they come, but we'll make sure first we don't get stabbed in the back." He picked up the phone. A gleam of satisfaction crossed Tauncer's face. Kirk saw it, and suddenly the inspiration came to him. * * * * * He exclaimed, "I've been an idiot! Listen, Joe--put that phone down. I can prove what I said in three minutes. If I don't--then go ahead and call." Garstang looked at him, frowning. Tauncer said, with the first edge of tension his voice had yet shown, "Go ahead, Garstang, don't let him make a fool of you." Kirk said, "Shut up." He rose and hobbled over to the vera-ray projector. "Help me set this up, Joe. Tauncer used it on Ferdias' agent, and he was going to use it on me. Now let's see what it'll get out of _him_." Garstang came over. "A vera-ray? Why didn't you mention it before?" "I was too damn mad to think straight," said Kirk. They set it up, and Tauncer watched them, not speaking, yet still the look of apprehension in his eyes was tempered with some underlying confidence. He seemed to be thinking, very hard. Garstang got the projector going. Harper, the seamy Earthman, winced away from Tauncer as far as he could get. Behind the projector Kirk could not feel anything, but Tauncer's face was briefly agonized, and then it went slack and his eyes lost their keen brilliance, becoming vague and unfocused. "Tauncer," said Garstang. "Can you hear me?" "Yes." "Is Solleremos planning to take Earth into his Sector?" Some dim vestige of a censor barrier seemed still to survive in Tauncer's mind, because there was a long delay and Garstang asked the question again, more sharply. But when the answer came it was clear enough. "Yes." Kirk looked at Garstang, and Garstang's cheeks reddened. Lyllin said triumphantly, "You see?" "All right," said Garstang, and turned again to Tauncer. "How will he do it?" "Direct attack. The Earth naval forces are negligible. Lyra Squadron will be caught on the ground, disorganized by absence of command." "Absence of command," said Kirk slowly. A sudden alarm came into his face. "You were going to keep me from returning to the squadron." "Yes."