"They managed to get the crew of our own ship with their mindjammer, but something happened aboard the enemy ship, too. Evidently the weapon does have a backwash; the enemy crew was mindjammed, too!" Roysland and Eckisster both started to say something, but the commander raised his hand. "Wait a second! The point I'm getting at is this: The Enlissa ship was recovered intact; the mindjammer projectors are aboard! I've sent an emergency order to the squadron commander in that sector; the Enlissa ship will be here tomorrow morning. We'll hold it sealed until you and your crew can investigate. The inspectors will have to go in with you, of course, but you'll be in charge of the weapons themselves." He stopped and speared Eckisster with a frosty look. "I trust that meets with your approval, Eckisster?" The general director was beaming seraphically. "It does, commander; indeed it does. Thank you. Thank you, so much." Allerdyce glowered. "I'll be available in a couple of hours. Right now, I've got to get some work done." He cut the circuit. Eckisster turned his beaming visage from the dissolving image of Allerdyce to the blocky figure of Roysland. "May I suggest that you try investigating what few facts the fleet may have turned up? Who knows--you may find them profitable, eh? Or perhaps you're too busy trying to figure out how the _aJ_ guns work to have any time for the enemy's mindjammer? "However that may be, I'll leave you to your work, bumblehead." Roysland shot to his feet. "Good! Maybe I could get some work done, myself, if you weren't around needling me!" He reached out to snap off the solidiphone switch, but Eckisster, still smiling benevolently, was already fading. Roysland got the impression that his smile, Cheshirelike, still lingered after he had gone. * * * * * The crew of the Enlissa ship were the first live aliens ever seen by human beings. Their corpses had been dissected by the thousands, but the living organism had never been investigated before. "This gives us a jump on them," one of the biologists said. "As far as we know, no living human has ever been caught by the Enlissa." Roysland, who was watching the aliens being herded out of the captured ship, turned his head to look at the biologist. "They don't know we've got this ship, either," he said. The biologist blinked, then nodded. "Yeah. I see what you mean." They were standing on the broad spread of plastalloy that covered the great landing field of Grand Base, standing in the shadow of the huge alien ship. The Psych men were pushing the Enlissa out of the ship, through the path formed by the Inspection Corps men and Roysland's own Special Weapons Group of the Research Division. The Psych men simply pushed them into the drop chutes from the ship. Other Psych men kept them moving toward the trucks that were taking them away.