"She tried to hire me," said Trigger. "Major Quillan reported it, I suppose?" "Sure." "And it wouldn't be just to steal some stupid plasmoid. Especially since you say a number of small ones are already available. Then there're the ones that raiders picked up in the Hub. She probably has a collection by now." He nodded. "Probably." "She seems to know quite a bit about what's been going on...." "Very likely she does." "Let's grab her!" said Trigger. "We can do it quietly. And she's too big to be mind-blocked. We'd get part of the answer. Perhaps all of it!" Something flared briefly in the Commissioner's small gray eyes. He reached over and patted her knee. "You're a girl after my own heart, Trigger girl," he said. "I'm for it. But half the Council would have fainted dead away if they'd heard you make that suggestion!" "They're as touchy as that?" she asked, disappointed. "Yes--and you can't quite blame them. Fumbles could be pretty bad. When it comes to someone around Lyad's level, our own group is restricted to defensive counteraction. If we get evidence against her, it'll be up to the diplomats to decide what's to be done about it. Tactfully. We wouldn't be further involved." Trigger nodded, watching him. "Go on." "Well, defensive counteraction can cover a lot of things, of course. If we actually run into the First Lady while we're engaged in it, we'll hold her--as long as we can. And from all accounts, now that she's showed up to take personal charge of things around here, we can expect some very fast, very direct action from Lyad." "How fast?" "My own guess," said the Commissioner, "would be around a week. If she hasn't moved by then, we might help things along a little." "Make a few of those openings for her, eh? Well, that doesn't sound too bad." Trigger reflected. "Then there's Point Number Two," she said. "What's that?" She grimaced. "I'm not real keen on it," she confessed, "but I think we'd better do something about that interview with Whatzzit I ducked out of. If they still want to talk to me--" "They do. Very much so." "What's that business about their saying it was okay now for me to go on to Manon?" Commissioner Tate tugged gently at his left ear lobe. "Frankly," he said, "that's something that shook me a little." "Shook you? Why?" "It's that matter of experts coming in grades. The upper ranks in the Psychology Service are extremely busy people, I understand. After your first interview we were shifted upward promptly. A couple of middling high-bracket investigators took over for a while. But after the fourth interview I was told I'd have to bring you to the Hub to let somebody really competent handle the next stage of whatever they've been doing. They said they couldn't spare anybody of that caliber for a trip to Manon." "Was _that_ the real reason we went to Maccadon?" Trigger asked, startled.